****BURN AGAIN****

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I support d motion for posting d story "BURN AGAIN".

I am here to support the motion which says posting of this story burn again is allowed in the community of coolvallers with the following point....(1) i wil be present to read the story (2) and am sure i wil enjoy it wit the rest of coolvallers (3) you can post it nw hahahaha

Bi E Tie Invite Mi... Anyway I Dey Here Gidigba! Oya Roll On Boo!!.

As u didn't invite me, don't post

I support the motion of you posting the story

@OlaniyiAdeshina no vex sir o.God no forget u if human forget u. Lol @NextAngel no do that o ah beg u sir. @Tonia your head stand gidigba jhare. @Simzy Lol Na u dem born after akpors abi before akpors

This story go tight gan ooo burn or born? cause am scared oo

Am here bro...so am with u...ride on and tanx 4d i.v@holarbordah

@holarbordah tnx 4 invitin me, i dey ya back n oya lets d train keep moving

****BURN AGAIN**** . . .I wouldn’t say I felt so comfortable there but I just knew it wouldn’t be so right to get off my seat and walk off the ground. If I had known, I wouldn’t have accepted the invite in the first place. It was Christopher’s insistence that had made me even consider it at all. I was aware of how he loved carnivals, festivals and feasts and that must have made him think this was one of such, considering that the flyers we had got as the invite, had pictures of some musical instruments. It now has presented itself as a full-blown open-air church crusade meaning the Praise Fiesta the flyer had talked about was just a mere decoy and I solely blamed Christopher’s illiteracy for such a misconception. I would have known what the invite was if I had read the flyer but I have never had time for such cheap campaigns, anyway. We had spent over two hours waiting for anything of interest to begin but all we kept seeing were series and series of prayer and worship sessions. I was somewhere at the heart of the ground and Christopher was standing right beside me; obviously devoid of anything happening. His inability to understand English even when spoken in the slowest of ways seriously hampered his communication and listening capabilities. Even at the streets where we traded our wares, I had ended up being the actual person who did everything for him once it involved writing or reading. Sometimes I wondered what would have been if we were not friends. He surely would have lost a lot of money as a result. However, we were now at the event he had so much talked about in the past week and he was yet to get a clue of what was happening simply because everybody spoke English. I was equally lost on my own end. But not for the same reasons. My problem was, what the heck was I doing there in the first instance? “Praise the Lord?!”, finally came a loud feminine voice on all four speakers mounted at various ends of the ground. The observing congregation returned their own end of the chorus, “Hallelujah!”. The lady repeated it all again and the watching crowd alongside my own Christopher returned the gesture with even higher intensity. “Amen?”, she persisted. “Amen!!”. “I will want us to thank the Lord for this hour! He has made it possible for us to gather here”, she appeared so focused while she talked. She was putting on a flowing blue gown that spelt conservatism all over. She also had a scarf tied over her head as she kept strolling the full length of the stage that had been set up at the far corner as she spoke. “Not again”, I heard myself say. “Not another prayer. Thought all those earlier ones were enough?”. However, the crowd never seemed to share this view with me because even before she could give them a clue of what to pray for, everybody was already rolling themselves into cooper coils with prayers! I was just stunned and all I could do was flash my widely open eyes all over the place; savoring the seeming comedy playing out before me. Christopher seemed to be into their world as well, but I sure could bet my right testicles that he had not even the slightest clue of what he was praying about! He was apparently acting out, for sure. When everybody seemed to have gotten tired of what had become a successful exchange of smelly human saliva; the growling gradually died down. The leading lady got the initiative at once and began speaking into the mic again. “Now I will want to invite my mother, the Assistant General Overseer of our church; His Resurrection Power Assembly; Pastor Mrs. Elizabeth Rowlands to come and round up this prayer”, the crowd were already clapping themselves to ache by the time she had finished the call up. Then a well-dressed woman who looked obviously like a mother to the earlier girl; judging from the looks and her age (she should be forty- five or so); stepped out from one end of the stage that was being occupied by a seated group of young and elderly men and women; they looked like they were also pastors. The woman looked well reserved and I could easily see that she had a very firm and robust body. She was not exactly tall but was far from being called short and as she walked to meet her daughter, her wide hips played with the shimmering fabric of the long light gray gown she wore. Her Bosom looked rather large for her body and I was tempted to think it was enhanced by a brassiere. She was beautiful and even though I was only seeing her left side as she made for the mic, I was generously rewarded with a right guess when I did see her face. She was not very fair in complexion but her ebony brown mix, suited the cut of her face and the colour of her hair which was slightly exposed. She had high cheeks that seamlessly disappeared into her jaw line as they traveled down her face. I had no doubt she was my kind of woman. “The Lord is good”, she began in a very endearing voice when she picked up the mic. She broke what seemed to have been a very long silence. Everybody there appeared to have been totally stunned by her flawless shape, just like myself. She was facing us now and we could see how her hips defined her hour-glass feminine frame. “All the time”, followed a dreamy congregation. “I will like us to sing this song first before we pray.” She was doing well to engage the entire eyes of the watching crowd. She then started a popular Yoruba song which easily got the crowd rampant! Everyone was on top of his or her voice in an effort to display how well he or she knew the lyrics of the song. The drummer at one end of the ground was equally in a rouse as he frantically drummed away with absolute abandon! The whole air was filled with chorused yells and the feeling was undeniably electrifying. However, despite all these, I subtly felt I had been lost somehow. My interest was no longer with the crowd. I was just not with the happenings around me anymore. I felt I had been cut off by something somewhere, and my mind raced in a an effort to figure out what it was. Subsequently, when I did find out what it was, I was a bit staggered by the outcome! I realized I still had my mind set lustfully on the Pastor woman! And she was the center of my concentration at that moment. I just could not explain how I could still be doing that. She was a pastor. And from the way she was addressed, it appeared she was either a wife to the owner/ founder of the church hosting the crusade. Or at least, a relative. I just could not understand how my head ever thought I would even get any close to her let alone have anything to do with her but despite all these seeming difficulty, I only found myself haplessly starring at her without end. And as I did, various fantasies kept pumping into my head. I felt so daft! Her body was even appearing more attractive now; to me anyway, since I was quite aware no other person in the ground was seeing her in the same light as myself as they all must be some kind of saints or something; Christopher exempted, though. I could not just take my eyes away from her; not at that point. Her wide hips looked more elaborate in the glimmer of flood lights directed towards her. She was very beautiful, leaving me thoroughly worried why people like her were not just available to us to F**K our brains and dicks off to the fullest!! It was a pity I would not just be able to achieve more than the little fantasy I was having at that point; or so I thought. Not too longer after, we all got into another round of prayers. .. . .to be continue

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@Sofia tanks

Ve finally landed even if i was nt invited wel done oo @holarbordah

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*continue . . The rest of the service went as I had expected; just like any other standard crusade would go. There were still additional sermons, altar calls and prayers and at each point, the very persons leading the session kept urging us to repent and become born-again. It was quite like a little joke I thought belonged to them. I had no clue of what they meant or wanted from me and I never cared to know, rather I ensured that I kept up with the woman I had started ogling from the time I had set my eyes on her. And as activities after activities dragged into the night, I did my best to have uninhibited views of her very attractive body. I could not say I had a wasted night all in all. However, just before the entire occasion was over, myself and Christopher received a printed card. I had seen them sharing the cards earlier but never felt it would come my way. The card did come eventually and it was a request card: “Have you been touched by the Lord today? If so, please leave us a comment and your contacts. Thank you!” I frowned as I ran my eyes through the vacant text boxes that had been provided under the short note. I just had no idea of what to make of them or the card itself. I made to drop it to the floor immediately but just then, it occurred to me that I was almost about to lose the only possible link I could ever have with the church in question. And that would mean not ever seeing Pastor Mrs. Elizabeth Rowlands again. Now that was never going to happen! I knew I had a mad urge to keep seeing this pastor woman even if she was never going to notice me. I knew I should always feel a level of satisfaction seeing her daily and that meant I must grab any opportunity that smelt like a path to this, with both hands. Flipping the card over, I snatched a pen from Christopher who I did not see fill his own card, and entered my name ‘Daniel Chucks’ and then every other details the card demanded. I could also see the church’s main-branch address attached below and I scribbled it onto the bare skin of my left palm. I was happy at how things had suddenly turned around; and even though I could not spot my new pastor crush as I sauntered out from the ground with Christopher, for the second time that evening I felt I never had a wasted evening. Later that night, as I F***ed Chidinma; another street hawker who had lately been flirting with me suggestively; all I had in my mind was Pastor Elizabeth! I kept her bent over my wheeled-truck which I had properly parked at a corner of my improvised homestead and continuously rammed my 8inch Joystick in and out of her tight sloppy Kittycat. At each stroke, I could picture Elizabeth occupying exactly the same position and urging me to F**K her silly. Flashes of her Unclad which I felt I would never ever get to see, kept finding their way into my thoughts. This drove me to the edge but before I could reach an orgasm with the already frenzied slaps my groin was giving Chidimna’s fat Buttocks, the young girl squealed and poured streams and streams of her colourless Kittycat juice all over my belly and crotch! My long Joystick was subsequently forced out by the pressure this exerted and I only got to spray my Pour all over her Buttocks as the enormous meat dropped onto her shinny bubble buttocks! She was smelling strongly from accumulated sweat obviously on her as a result of our fucking but I could only care less. I accepted she was the only Elizabeth I had at the point and I was glad she had been thoroughly satisfied! I later got her to leave the same night. Even though she did so reluctantly as she was still craving for another long F**K! I assured her that I would still service her overflowing snatch the following night as I needed rest from the long night I was already having. As soon as she left, I had a quick bath. But, that period at the bathroom was the start of just another series of long fantasies that would eventually last until my bedtime. And they all were about my new crush; Pastor Mrs. Elizabeth Rowlands! to be continue

I don land with ma jumbo jet@konphido

I done show, thanks@holarbordah for d iv.....wow nice start! keep it flowing pls.

thanks @holarbordah. God bless ur hands wey u use type my name. daniel chucks make holy ghost arrest ur dirty mind. next pls

Son of a devil hav crush on ur pastor

*continue It’s been one hell of a week. Crusades in all the major cities of the country with little or no time to rest. The Lord be praised since He always gives strength to those who do His work but truth be told, the flesh is still weak. As much as I would love to do the work of the Lord with all my might, body and strength, Fatigue and tiredness will always lay claim to me at the end of every Praise Fiesta night. This particular praise Fiesta is remarkable in that there was more opportunity to touch lives and win souls for the Almighty. The auditorium was always packed full and one could see the hand of God doing wonders in the life of people; So many miracles and healings. What particularly gladdens my heart was the Crusade of the night before. As usual, the Lord showed Himself mighty during the Altar Call, dozens of people gave their lives and embraced Him. God be praised. Things like this always gladden my heart and make all the attendant fatigue and tiredness of the whole event well worth it. At least follow-up with the new converts is still about a week to go. I soak in the bath, trying to soak away the stress of preaching to thousands of people for five days running. The flesh is weak. I am Elizabeth Rowlands, Lizzy for short, the Assistant General Overseer of His Resurrection Power Assembly and my husband pastor Donatus Rowlands, is the General Overseer. We have been having a very stressful week with the Praise Fiesta and I just can’t wait for it to come to an end. I seriously need my rest. Like I said, the flesh is weak. Attending crusades and being the perfect wife and assistance to my husband, Donatus, would not have been such an uphill task if he was as loving in the bedroom as he portrays himself to be with the congregation. I believe my husband, Pastor, is playing the field. Several times I have come across tell tale signs of his amorous activities with even female church members but he has always denied it when confronted. It’s however, glaring and obvious to the discerning eye that a lot is no longer right with my marriage. I took measures to curb him by making sure that no lady works close to him, all his assistants are men. I know this doesn’t stop his philandering but at least it won’t be with church members. My husband no longer sleeps with me. I can’t even remember the last time we had s*x because instead of me complaining of headache, it’s my husband who now complains of headache and usually every night. It has come to the stage where I no longer make any move for us to have s*x as I know he would always rebuff my advances. There is now an invisible barrier between us on our bed. The unspoken rule is for none of us to trespass the others space. My statistics are 44-34-46. My Bosom are still full and trying desperately to defy gravity, my waist still okay and my hips fine. I look at my body in the mirror and wonder what is wrong with me that my husband no longer finds me attractive. I touch my pubic mound, softly touching myself and I feel this electric thrill pulsate through my body. I quickly remove my hand, I mustn’t fall into temptation. The sweet feeling lingers and I remember the time my husband was still a stud and had eyes for only me. The thought of our numerous raunchy times together brings a warm feeling to my privates and a moistness flows through me, I clamp my thighs together. The devil is a roaring lion seeking for whom to devour and by God’s grace, he will not devour me, I will not fall into temptation. But, the flesh is weak. to be continue

mehn dx tori no be tori 2 oppose na propose all d way...... Brinq it on... Dont slow down mr.@holarbordah... Gee tanks 4 d iv 2

Nice one ride on...

Ok nw lets go

Wow nice tory @holarbordah u no remember me abi no yawa i will catch u for corner u will test my fist of furry ...@gracedkyenny @steph @mizleemah @justify @promise @christiana @murshan @chinedueze @fridex @franca i won see una here last to come will recive punishment

That's seems to be true anyway, the flesh weak, weaker than we think. That means 'Daniel will eventually have the chance to f**k the hell of pleasures outta yo p___y

Nice story..ride ön

Thanks @sofia

Nyc story but hv seen dis story be4

Continuation I can’t get the thought of s*x out of my mind and my head. But I must resist the devil and flee from all his temptations. I quickly finish having my bath without looking at my body in the mirror, dry myself roughly to get the devil as far away from me as possible and dress up. I must not defile my body. Even though I have urges and am tempted to have affairs with those young, virile looking church men who are always around me (they look at me with lust in their eyes and debauchery in their thoughts and my body responds) I must be holy. I must not defile my marriage bed. I will not allow the devil to tempt me. I made to adjust by bra and my fingers brush against my right Tip which quickly stood at attention and sent a tingling feeling down to my private part making it clench and relax in quick succession, I wet my pants. Like I said, the flesh is weak. This Sunday was definitely looking to be the best Sunday I had had in years. It was a personal best because for some juicy reasons, I was going to attend a church service after about thirteen years of not doing so. I had always told myself that there were ‘more important’ things to do with my Sundays. Hence, I never even let it cross my mind that there were things called church buildings, let alone visit them. I could easily describe what a church looked like or stood for as my point isn’t if I couldn’t. But I was certain that being to church only suddenly stopped being a habit. After all, I used to follow my elder sister to her own parish when I was still staying at her place and until I left her, I was always attending services. The church must have seen lots of revolutions and transformation since then even though I would not believe its moral stand was part of this supposed transformation. I was keen to see it again and today was offering me that. I was going to attend His Resurrection Power Assembly this very Sunday. The church had called me during the week with regards to the personal details I had left them during their last crusade which I attended. They had sustained an insatiable desire to visit my ‘supposed apartment’, of which I strongly objected to. I perfectly understood what hosting city people in a makeshift home located right in the middle of a slum zone, meant. Consequently, I promised them instead, that I would be willing to attend any of their programs they told me about. This seemed cool to them so they easily asked me to their coming Sunday service of which I accepted with glaring delight! Delight most converts expressed once they received such invite. I was now going to become a member of this church. And just like any other new convert, this should be one of the most pleasant times of my life! I was going to be introduced to the Lord and that should ultimately define my purpose for accepting membership. Yes, that was meant to be the purpose. Being introduced to the Lord. And it was meant to be my own purpose and aim too. But instead I had other aims! I knew what I was actually after. And that was equally important to me. I knew that my only reason to have dropped them with my details was just for this other personal purpose, even though it didn’t quite fall under the definition of meeting with the Lord which must be paramount to every convert. I was aware of this, but I was eager. Eager to achieve the other purpose. And what was this other purpose? Simple! Getting to meet Pastor Mrs. Elizabeth Rowlands once more! I was certain that if not for her, I would have had nothing to do with the ‘meeting the Lord’ mantra. I was deeply hungry! I was deeply thirsty. But not for that one thing most new church converts sought for. Instead, I was hungry and thirsty for Pastor Elizabeth’s Kittycat!! I was doing everything possible to make sure I would be seeing her often. I was aware she never knew if I existed or not. I was aware she might never even notice me despite the fact that I was going to become a new member of her church on this very day. I was fully aware. But I cared less!! to be continue

I don run enter ooo I come late oo but I go cover up sha . @holarbordah and @sofia thanks for the iv oooo make all of yu come watin dey flow oooo @titimi @femight @federal @temmytopluck @generusnelly @solo @phemboard @mumabel @Hormotayor @others ooo

@frankkay I always count on u....... U r a honey *muaa*

thanks for inviting me @horlarbordah

Keep it rolling @holarbordah .. @gracedkyenny dat ur kiss sweet oo

next pls.

oly one purpose 2 attend 2 church afta 13yrs... Next pls

@Tholartee u dy fall my hand oo i neva c my eran odun o, do sumtin b4 i show u my pink eyes nw

Born again of pastor mrs lizzy,this guy bad oo

The flesh is weak

a beg no stop ride on

Next plz... As nobody invite me.... I don invite mysef

no body invite so i don do mogbo mo branch

Next pls

*Continuation Locating the Church venue was not as difficult as I had earlier anticipated. It was less than a five minute drive from where I had my homestead set up. I left early enough to catch up with the 9:00 AM time they had indicated in their card and even though I had to stop severally to exchange pleasantries with fellow street hawkers, I still was able to maintain decent punctuality. Opening prayers were ongoing when I walked in and it was not difficult to figure out whose voice it was; it belonged to Elizabeth’s daughter. As I got to the entrance, a stunning lady with evidently exposed cleavage (bared by a low dropping neckline) received me at the door. I felt she was a stewardess despite the obvious vileness in her outfit since she made me follow her to a seat. This I did, while frantically searching the entire hall which was seriously filled with people; for signs of Pastor Elizabeth herself. The presence of her daughter was meant to give a clue that she was right inside the hall but I still needed to clear any doubts. I could not locate her at the ministers’ wing and that left me seriously worried. I could not just imagine not having her in service at all on this very day. I wondered what the essence of my attendance was going to become then. Now settled in my seat, I began making attempts to tap into the procession. I needed to show some level of purity and spirituality even though I was very aware of how difficult it was to make a stiff Joystick out of a soaking Kittycat. Simply arduous! And no matter how hard I tried, I kept looking stupid to say the least. My eyes remained opened and my search never seized. The prayer had gone into worship and everybody but myself had now gotten to their feet. It was while this went on that there appeared a stifled interruption. The numerous men on suit who were seated at the ministers’ wing and had been looking very enmeshed in their prayers, suddenly began to respond to the arrival of a couple. A man in a very expensive looking shinny suit was walking towards the wing while a lady of about the same glamour and sparkle followed behind. They seemed the perfect match judging by the fact that the husband was very light skinned and huge while that was not exactly the case with the wife who appeared a little darker; though beautifully; and was brief in height. It was not until I observed the woman more attentively that I realized she was my pastor crush; Elizabeth Rowlands! Her attire had made me not recognize her easily and how beautiful she looked today! I was openly starring at her now even though I knew that the people sitting close to me should notice this brazen adulation coming from me! I cared less. I just could not save myself from the lusty grip and I equally sensed the sudden jealousy that was swelling up within me. I was feeling insecure certainly! I usually had never had doubts about my looks personally nor seem unsure of my capabilities when it comes to attracting a lady’s attention. I knew I was handsome and most times have heard it from people too. Mostly girls. But I was feeling awkward this time. I was feeling very inadequate. I was never sure any longer that this lady would ever have any reason to look my way despite how handsome I was. I had not forgotten that I didn’t hope this would happen in the first instance but I was fully aware that somehow I still dreamt it would happen. But even if it was to happen, on what reasons would it? Elizabeth’s husband was just an absolute breath-taker! A man very closely handsome as myself and then equally rich! And should contentedly be any woman’s dream. Wondered how on earth Elizabeth would ever think of being adulterous when she had a husband as sufficient as that. I was wretched, inadequately educated and of very low class. I just did not fit in! I just didn’t see how. I would be so blessed if I would even manage a chance with him. I was feeling very timid! Elizabeth eventually walked down to take her seat after exchanging greetings with the ministers. Her curved hips swayed non-stop within the purple material tied across her lower half, leaving me totally reeling in desire! I was further rewarded with a more generous gift when she seamlessly located a seat that was completely uninhibited from my still gawking eyes, and slotted herself into it. I was going to freely see her from where I sat and could even currently see her slightly revealed legs which she had crossed on sitting down. I could also see the side of her left thigh, trimmed out on the fabric of her laced pink native skirt. I felt instantly gratified. I was left to her once more. Even if I was never going to have my way with her, it wouldn’t cost me savoring her astonishing beauty. I was going to have the best moments of my life sitting there. I thought! I simply can’t fathom why I am suddenly having these feelings. I had hoped that by the time I spent time in my office, I would get over the urges in my nether region and be able to face my calling as a pastor in the Lord’s vineyard. But it is as if the Lord means to test my resolve and strength in my faith. I had resolved not to have anything to do with the new converts in church and had assumed that the number of ministers and counselors in the church were enough to handle the number of converts we have and therefore leave me free to chase away the devil riding my Kittycat and entire body. That young man should be the devil’s brother. No man has the right to be that ruggedly handsome and chiseled at the same time. Thoughts of those bulging muscles through his shirt were still arousing heat in my body. to be continue

pastor mrs lizzy has already fall for chucks,chai god help her ooo

what a pitiable disma pisma

Ehn nibo 4 where me too must attend d@ church d comin sunday I must see pastor mrs Lizzy myself . Nice story here but pls y dnt u be indicatin their point of view from each oda..I mean wen pastor Lizzy is naratin her side kindly indicate her name @ d top of where she start nd also likewise chucks

@skookum yes that's true.I always forget ni.. I'm sorry. I will try and adjust.. thanks for that correction.I appreciate it alot.

No peee bro,d main point z we dey gbadun d story

Oya keep am rolling. I dey gbadun the story

Nice

Ride on i am following.

hmmm in d church

Hmmmm.... I think I've to stop attending C&S o... This kind church go pay me wella Nice story Bro.

I sat there in my office, lost in thoughts of the new convert, hoping and praying for relief not only for the fire burning in my body, but also for the thoughts running through my mind. I looked at the list of names that had just been placed in my hands once again. Converts!!!, I hope and sincerely pray that my nemesis’ name was not amongst the list in my hand. I had angrily asked the usher why I was saddled with converts but her answer pacified me. The converts were just too many to be handled by only the counsellors, so ministers were also co-opted, even the General overseer; my husband was not left out. I sat there dejected but also hopeful that HE would not be among those on my list. After minutes of ruminating and sheer torture, I was rescued from my morbid thoughts by an usher who came in to tell me that the converts were waiting for me in the reception. I simply sent back words to tell them that our meeting would be held the next Tuesday. At least, that would give me two days to prepare myself and gather my confidence to confront the devil if HE was among them which I fervently pray not to be so. The drive back home was uneventful and anticlimactic to the event of earlier on. I was however, silent all through and when my husband tried to find out what the matter was, I returned to the usual headache excuse. All through that day and the next, I prayed and fasted Monday to have the cup pass over me. I knew that I could not resist the attraction I felt for the boy. All I needed was divine intervention. How does a pastor, a pastor’s wife at that, explain having sexual feelings for another man other than her husband? It was beyond me to decipher and beyond me to control. I tried all I could to make my husband make love to me but he resisted all my efforts. I even tried talking to him about it, preaching the Bible to make him understand the effect of starving me of s*x but his replies were that “all will be well” “after this follow up programme we would spend quality time together” blab la bla. I was sure my husband was having his kicks from another woman, but what can I do? Tuesday dawned clear and sunny bright. It should have been a pleasant day for me cos I like sunny days, they are usually good for evening walks. But I was too nervous and tightly coiled like a prey expecting danger at every moment. The day seemed to race to the appointed 3.30pm while I wanted it to drag. I jumped at every sound and was a nervous wreck. People around me kept wondering what was eating me up as I was no longer my usual jovial self. I left for the church at 3pm to enable me have time to myself and pray towards the success of my meeting with the converts. I wouldn’t call what I did prayers as my mind kept straying to the ever present ache in my Kittycat and the image of the young convert kept haunting me. After I had kidded myself that I was praying for over twenty minutes, I stopped and accepted that I just couldn’t stop those thoughts but hope that HE would not be among those on my list. I barely knew when it was 4pm but for the usher who came to tell me the new converts were waiting for me. I then left my office to meet them first in the reception as a group before the individual counselling session. Walking into the reception, I saw a group of twelve people waiting for me. They were a mixture of men and women but with more men than women. “Good evening, everyone” I greeted them. “Good evening, ma” they all chorused in reply. I did a surreptitious look around at all the converts, hoping with all my heart and soul that my nemesis would not be among them. No sign of the devil! I heaved a sigh of relief and looked back up in confidence only to be jolted out of my skin by those same eyes of last Sunday staring lustfully at me. Bringing those lustful thoughts back into the forefront of my consciousness, making my insides churn and flooding my pants with Kittycat juice. HE was there, the devil was right there. He was initially standing behind one of the taller male converts and that accounted for why I had not seen him initially. “I will be having a very brief personal chat with all of you. So I would like to meet you one-on-one each time you are called upon. I hope I am communicating?” I said, mumbling prayers and curses under my breath. Wondering why I had to be saddled with this one convert doing injury to my sanity. “Yes Ma!”, they chorused! I kept mumbling prayers and trying desperately to suppress the ache in my Kittycat. I ground my teeth together, oblivious of the anxious faces of the new converts looking at me in bewilderment. I was brought back to the present by a discrete cough by the usher and quickly said anything that came into my head to cover up my lapse “I meant I will be returning to my office. You there can follow me in”. I pointed to a lady at the extreme left. I had been brought back to the present by the waiting persons as they kept asking me what I was saying. After giving this directive, I whispered into the ears of a steward who had been standing by to make sure HE came in last and threw a quick look HIS way to show the steward whom I was talking about as I walked back in. I wanted to get the meeting with the other converts over with as quickly as possible. I couldn’t concentrate as all I could think of was having that handsome body on me devouring my womanhood. I was constantly brought back to the present by the individual convert in front of me at particular times cos I was not present in that office. My body was there but my mind was elsewhere. It was in a secluded place with the young devil being as carnal as we could. After each jolted reminder that there was someone in front of me, I would quickly ask some mundane questions and dismiss the new convert with another appointment for another day, a Bible and a stack of tracts that had been left on my table for the purpose of helping the converts in their new choice of life.

Waow,mrs pastor has falling 4 u oo

I dey follow u gan gan

Nice one

steward let him(chuks) last 2 have tym wit him..

nyc 1

burn again indeed

Chucks ur prayer has bein answerd

It seemed like ages but it was not more than twenty minutes before it was his turn. I had spent less than two minutes on his fellow converts. Finally it was his turn!! “Good day ma”, he greeted while still standing at the already closed door. He was respectful and showed no sign of hooliganism. I wanted to look up and swallow him in an amorous embrace but managed to restrain myself. I however, couldn’t look him in the face. But the pheromones emanating from his body was obvious and the scent of s*x was very palpable in the small office. God, how I wanted him!!! “Yea.” I answered avoiding his gaze. “Do have a seat”. He walked to the seat I waved him to and sat. I had been making notes on the other converts but could only doodle in his case “You are Daniel Chukwuma”, I began again. “Yes please”, he answered, but with a concentrated look at my face. I was flustered, at a loss about what to do. I didn’t remember what questions to ask and what advice to give. I just stared at the floor. His charisma was overwhelming. I dropped my pen, pushed the sheet I was doodling on away and rolled my chair to his front while still seated. I decided to take the situation by the horn. I won’t allow him to intimidate me, after all I was older than him and a pastor at that! The chair made slight squeaky sounds as it rolled towards him. I was a bit tense as I looked up to meet his eyes for the second time that day. I crossed my legs trying to suppress the feelings churning in my Kittycat, the sensations flooding my body from just sitting close to him and the lust emanating from my entire body. “On what day did you join our church Daniel?” I asked trying to save the situation between us that I felt was now becoming increasingly bizarre if not embarrassing and my mention of his name was an attempt to feel quite comfortable once more. He responded in the right way even though he constantly brought his eyes to either my Bosom or the curve of my hips, further heating me up. This made me even more uncomfortable and I pressed my crossed thighs together tighter than before. I was trying desperately to stench the flow of Kittycat juices that kept welling up and flooding my pants, my eyes seeing stars. “Been a week now, Ma” he answered in that masculine voice of his “Are you born-again?” I asked, saying the last word with a swallow and wiggling in my seat causing my skirt to slide further up my thighs. He kept looking at me lustfully, his eyes devouring my thighs and Bosom, looking for all the world as if I was Unclad. I had never been so sorely tempted in my life!!! His looks were sending daggers of lust through my entire body causing me to want to expose my thighs more to him, bare my Bosom to his hungry eyes and have him eat the whole of me. I know I was behaving not like a pastor but a whore but I actually felt like a whore!!!. My spirit rebelled against his looks but my body responded greedily, straining from my cloths, wanting to be physically worshipped by that perfect specimen of a male body. “Yes Ma. I am. I was prayed for” he responded, not taking his eyes from my Bosom. One would think I was Unclad with the way he was staring fixedly at them! “And…..ehm have-you-been….living the life?” I laboured to ask. My breathing was becoming increasingly heavier! I couldn’t help myself, I just had to see and I looked at his crotch! I was gleefully delighted to see him spotting an enormous erection! I was not the only one affected, I smiled inwardly. He also wants me! “Yes I have. Even though it has not been that easy.” he kept staring at my eyes making sure I knew that he knew that I was staring at his erection! “Really? What have been the challenges?” “A lot Ma”. He answered, blatantly staring at my thighs this time around. “Can I know some of them?” “Sure ma”, He replied. I guess he didn’t know what to say and this relieved some of my anxiety making me quietly relax back into my chair; bringing down my crossed legs while doing so. I followed his gaze and noticed him looking at the space between my thighs, making me all flustered again. “Have you been battling with fuc–I mean, s*x?” I asked, while the vile word almost escaped my mouth. I quickly changed it and used the proper form! I noticed a boldness come over him at the word I almost used. “Yes Ma. I have been fucking a lot even though I had been prayed for” He maintained eye contact and his hands dropped on his upper right thigh. My eyes followed his hand and his action brought that feeling on again, stronger than before making me press my thighs very tightly together. “Well Daniel, it’s important you stopped such life” I avoided his obscenities. The room was getting real heated now with the smell of s*x pervading the tiny office, I felt choked, almost gasping for breath. “Do you have a wife?” I asked to gain control of the situation and bring the conversation back on line, but my subconscious pleaded that his answer be a NO. “No Ma”, and so saying, he started to scratch his crotch!!! Spreading his legs wide enough to reach his concealed privates, and continued scratching. Making his bulge nudge back and forth! This was too much to bear!!! I stood up, mumbled an excuse and ran out of the office to the rest room where I sat on the toilet seat, removed my pant and began to finger myself frantically with eyes closed and one hand tweaking my erect Tips, I saw him push me to the table in my office, raise my skirt up and tear my panties away. I rubbed that little knob in my Kittycat as fast as I could as I see him shove his manhood into me and F**K me hard and fast while sucking greedily on my Bosom. I imagined him thrusting deeply into my clenching Kittycat and so continued to shove my fingers deeper and deeper into my starving Kittycat, wanting relief. This I did for less than three minutes and had one of the biggest orgasms I have ever had. I screamed out my release but quickly swallowed the shout as reality came crashing down on me.

Thanks for the IV

Hmmm

apo!!! bei kpo okpou. next pls

Wtf!

Burn again indeed

Don't fall for temptation.

Hmmm

E don dey happen. Ride on

#eh!

dx one no b dream na realization....

dx one no b dream na realization.... She feelinq him.... Him feelinq d babe.

Hahahahahahahahahaha....confam burn again

Nawa o

God is watching

Gud story,next

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Hehehe... Ur prayers were nt answered niyen... Dht kind thing ehn..

lol born again indeed tanks for the iv

I dey hear yu ooo Continue ooo

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*continue . chucks What joy! What happiness!! I had no doubt I heard it! Bishop Rowlands had said it earlier. And even said it two additional times! I was part of those assigned to Pastor (Mrs.) Elizabeth Rowlands for follow up! How I had prayed for this to happen! How I had spent all the days of my life waiting for this day! In fact, I was born and raised for this moment! And how so delighted I was. There were other counselors who also received names of converts. So many of them. And that had to be because of the large number of converts that turned up. I felt I was extremely lucky to have gotten Elizabeth. Or would I say, we were just somehow destined to have our paths crossed! And I was relishing what would become an exhilarating first meeting! Nevertheless, my joy and delight looked to be soon cut off. I had been having one of the most thrilling moments of my entire life earlier on; just after Elizabeth and the husband had walked in. I had been blessed by the location she had chosen to seat. I had not noticed how special and majorly different the seat (as well as the husband’s) looked from the rest. They were special seats for the two joint owners of the church. And how graced I was to have been asked to a seat by the stewardess, that offered me a great view to the absolutely radiant woman. I had unendingly savored all she was made of; continuously lingering my eyes on her conservatively covered Bosom, thighs and legs. This continued for a long while. But just then, I suddenly witnessed what would become the most defining point of this my recent involvement with the church. She had been scanning through the congregation while I stared at her and while she was doing so, her eyes spotted me! Her eyes spotted me from where she sat! And when she did so, she let her eyes linger! It lingered more than anticipated and she never made any attempts to hide what I felt was abject curiosity. I became rather confused too. I was never expecting that from her. At least not so early. Now everything was suddenly coming as a ball of glee shelled in abject uncertainty. This was further confirmed just moments after we had exchanged these glances. I unmistakably sensed a sudden discomfort on her part. She became abruptly fazed and soon began to attract the attention of persons sitting close to her. I even noticed when it looked like the husband was enquiring of her of which it seemed he got no answer to. I was confused. Had I become a foreign presence who was bringing something untraditional into the fold? to be continue

Hmmm lizzy as lost it

Too short mehn

next pls

Hmmmmmmmmmmm

@holarbordah u stop @ were d pastor mrs was finger fucking herself The next episode wu is talking nd wat happen wen she finish in d bathroom cos i dont understand at all

@jummybabe @ the last episode posted.check the starting I wrote chucks that mean chucks is the one talking.when it's Elizabeth's turn you will see it it @ the heading. hope that answer your question?

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she z lost by ur presence.... And handsomeness

To short

Born again indeed

She's going to seduce him, and He's gonna fall for it.

*continue Was I appearing a threat in what I could obviously tell was a near-perfect spiritual atmosphere? Or is she just suffering from something else I had no idea of? I could not just explain and the more I thought about it, the more guilt I felt. I was becoming sure that I was doing a lot to bring down a lady and a church I had since been convinced were fervent. How bad I was feeling. I was more confused than ever. I desired Elizabeth but my desires had turned out to be a fierce threat. And to confirm this fear, she was soon lead out of the hall and through a door I felt led to some back-room facility. She had just began avoiding my eyes before then and refused every invite onto the podium at each time she was called upon. I was feeling very bad. My joy and delight became cut off. We were asked to stay back after service as the counselors we had been assigned to, were going to have a little chat with us before leaving. I wondered what was going to happen next as Elizabeth had still not returned to the church hall since she had left. I had to even consult with a steward when it started looking like we were waiting in vain and was told they would get back to us. However, this they eventually did and the response was never far from the already obvious. She wouldn’t be able to attend to us that very day. We were to come on Tuesday by 4 PM. The steward had told us. It was partly a relief and equally worrying. I was partially feeling like I had hurt someone even though I could not tell how. Nonetheless, the current circumstance looked really like it. As I walked home that afternoon, I felt the unrivalled hunger to set the entire thing aside. I felt very convinced that I had made the wrong decision by accepting to attend the service. I was not cut out for this kind of life. I was a street hawker who had known the streets and the hood for several years now. I was rough and largely wild! I drank and occasionally smoked. I loved women and hardly stayed a day without fucking the senses out of a pretty one! I was simply too feral for this alien life Elizabeth’s church was trying to bring me into. Even though I knew I was never going to adapt to the so called new life right from the first day and was only going to play the double life until I got what I wanted, I now felt I had executed it wrongly. The question had always been, how I would string things up if they eventually found out that their so called new convert had several s*x-mates? I was always going to be difficult but I felt I could pull it off. I felt I could always present that entirely different sober side they knew me for while hiding the wild animalistic shade known to the streets. How totally wrong I was. I was making up my mind to let the entire thing lie. Chidinma was already at my stead when I walked in. She had tried reaching me on phone the night before but I had purposely avoided her calls since I was too occupied with thoughts of my impending visit to Elizabeth’s church. to be continue

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keep going

Na spiritual conji de worry both u and lizzy

Hmmm..ride on

chuks u don dey cause froplem 4 dx church @holarbordah post atleast 2 to 3 episodes a day

*continue Now I had no excuse for her. She was waiting for my return and made herself a seat from a heap of old cloths I could not manage to get costumers to buy. As I tried to drag aside the corrugated iron sheets which served as my door, I saw her from over the sheets. She was here for the usual. I normally told from the kind of cloths she wore on such times. They were either lewdly revealing or questionably skimpy. Today she was on a white see-through tight gown that only managed to get to her mid-thigh. It was not perfectly transparent but the nature of the material meant that you could tell where her black areolas began filling the tip of her Bosom. And you could also tell how these later two swelled into her chest as her curves ran down to her shapely hip. Chidinma was beautiful and excessively s*xy**. I always wondered how she was not attracting the richer guys even though, what amazed me more was how she always did manage to visit all the way from her home with the kind of things she usually wore. I never got to unravel this. I could recall a very recent occasion where she visited with a super micro mini black skirt which still had a daring slit at the back. While walking, you could see the lower parts of the panties she had on! That very day, I was lying on my makeshift bed when she got in. Before I could tell who it was, she just disposed the sheet I had spread over my Unclad body, took my Joystick, gave it a little suck and forced the partly limp meat into her already wet Kittycat. It went in seamlessly as I filled her with my enormous flesh! We soon got into the roll and in just my second time of meeting her, I got to spill my thick Pour into her yearning womb!! I had satisfied her well enough in our first F**K and I just did so again on our second. Now she was back again and I sure knew what for. “You are welcome”, she started when she found out I was the one opening the ‘door’. “Yea babe. Has it been long since you started waiting?”, I was pleasantly ogling her smoking body “Not at all. Not up to an hour”, she was spreading her barely covered thighs; exposing a thoroughly shaven crotch to me. She had no panties on! I was now heightened up. My Joystick was desperately pushing into the fabric of the denim trouser I had on. “Really?”, happily letting her know that I could see her generosity towards me and how I appreciated the view! “Yes” She had brought her buttocks a bit forward and I could now see her slightly parted labia. Her inner lips looked rather plenty in size and I licked my lips on seeing how they glistened. “Have you eaten anything yet?”, I asked further not bothered about how foolish the question was. I stayed alone and she couldn’t have possibly gotten anything from anybody. I was gradually stooping low; now facing her. “Not yet”, she replied obviously choosing to play the role fine. I smiled. “Really?”. I grabbed her thighs by my arm and in a jerk brought her entire crotch, buttocks and Kittycat to my lusting mouth!! I sucked on her entire Kittycat region and I immediately felt how satisfying that was to her. She gave a gasp as she let her head fall behind. I grabbed her Buttocks as I made her come further forward into my mouth! I ate her Kittycat with certain aggression and I made sure my tongue had access to every fold she had got! As soon as I felt her Kittycat convulse, I immediately disengaged my mouth and propped myself up with one knee. I needed to penetrate her now. I freed my 8inch boner through the fly of my denim and I guided it to the entrance of her Kittycat. She was readying herself in preparation and as I got closer, she grabbed unto my pullover shirt. We were ready to rock again. Applying some saliva to the tip of my Joystick, I seamlessly slid into her! She was warm and largely moist. I soon began to pump away making sure each stroke was driven home as much as her Kittycat could take! She soon began to moan. Asking me to F**K her harder! I responded by grabbing her Buttocks again but this time, getting it to stay off the ground. This let me keep her into position and as I resumed my strokes which I just made more frequent and harder, all she could do was hiss non-stop! She was now completely devoid of expression. We were both sweating furiously but I cared less. I was determined to flog the Kittycat of this girl that had come to seduce! She had done so quite excellently and I was giving her the master’s reward! In one jolt we both froze and an unexpected shuddering took over! Our lower halves which were locked in a viscous bond of ecstasy convulsed violently!! Both of us were cumming at the same time and how intense it was!! Stream after stream of gloppy white jizz kept jetting into her honeypot while my Joystick was continuously flooded with sticky Kittycat juice!! I was very fulfilled!! As we cleaned ourselves up, she asked about where I was coming from of which I tried parrying. I knew where her question was going to take us both so I never gave her the required answer. One or two hours ago, I was on the pew receiving a sermon. One or two hours later I am cleaning off s*x fluids from fucking a Chidinma. Perfect! Absolutely perfect! to be continue in next 5mins

*continue Tuesday came faster than I had imagined. This was not meant to mean anything to me actually; considering that I had now lost any form of interest to continue with His Resurrection Power Assembly. But just at the start of the last weekday, I had received a call from a member of the church. The voice was familiar as it was one of the ones I kept hearing when they were still bothering to get me to visit them. This time, she said she wanted to remind me of the appointment I had with the Assistant General Overseer of which they were very certain I would not miss. I was totally puzzled to say the least as I just could not tell the lady that I was not interested in coming. She even offered to send someone over to my place to accompany me if I cared. But as usual, I refused. I told her it was not necessary and that I was going to make the appointment. The trap had caught game once more. I had just little that could stop me from attending the meeting after that. After I had completed all my schedules for the day, I began making preparations to leave. I had had a very decent day businesswise as most of the wears I had showcased in my wheeled truck was easily bought. I instantly thought that I needed new supplies. And that meant I was going to travel sooner or later. Chidinma was all over me as usual and I began seeing why I needed to keep her at arms length. She was obviously interested in seeing me keep her as my girl but I knew how distracting that had been for me the times I had tried. I was always going to be required to give commitment which I did not have. I felt I would always be better alone. I would always attract the girls to F**K whenever I needed to as I had the looks. But I was never going to get into anything long-term. It was five minutes past 4PM when I walked into Pastor (Mrs.) Elizabeth’s waiting room. I had been directed by one of the church staff who I had found downstairs at the church hall, cleaning. The pastor’s office was on the first floor and I was greeted with a handful of other supposed new converts when I walked in. Not long after my arrival, Elizabeth stepped out of her office. “Good evening everybody”, she started after she had got our attention. She was on a black pencil skirt that had two slits on the sides. It stopped just on her knees and made a perfect blend with the brown flowery blouse she had on top. She was ever radiant! to be continue

following... nd observing!!!!!

I hope u won't kiss D's woman with ur lustful

Nice work guy nxt pls

Y did suspence nw

Following

Next pls

Next step.. Chucks wait and see me afta d meetinq.

*continue “Good evening Ma”. I was obviously drowned by her beautiful. But at the same time, I sensed how she seemed to be scanning through us for someone. She had not noticed me yet and I was forced to think i was the one she was looking for. “I will be having a very brief personal chat with all of you. So I would like to meet you one-on-one each time you are called upon. I hope I am communicating?” “Yes Ma!”, we chorused! But just then, I noticed the sudden unease that took hold of her. She had just seen me and we both were now staring each other straight into the eyes. She was still mumbling something. Apparently, as a continuation to her last comment. But I could not tell what she said and so did the waiting converts. I had no doubt now that I was the cause of this woman’s instability which has been so since Sunday. This left me more mystified. “I meant I will be returning to my office. You there can follow me in”. She was pointing to a lady at the extreme left. She had been brought back to the present by the waiting persons as they kept asking her what she was saying. On giving this directive, she whispered into the ears of a steward who had been standing by, threw a quick look my way and walked back in. What followed was a series of very ‘sharpish’ meetings. In no time, I had just one guy left for me to see her. Each time someone stepped out, they had in their hands, what looked like a bible and a collection of colourful pamphlets. It was obvious she was the one handing them those as some kind of support in the new lives they have found. I was still trying to figure out what the pamphlets were going to do for me, when I heard my name called out. The steward asked me in. “Please do try to tell mummy all your current challenges in the faith”, the steward said quietly as I made it to the office door. And in a moment, I was in there! “Good day ma”, I said while still standing at the already closed door. I needed to show respect and no sign of hooliganism. I knew that might only look to bewilder the beautiful woman as both my cloths and my mold, showed something entirely different. I was rough to say the least. And I had never denied that. But I was equally handsome. I always thought it had something to do with the environment where I had been brought up. “Yea.” I could see how she avoided looking up. Her abrupt response explained everything. “You can have a seat”. I walked to the seat she waved me to and sat. She had been making some notes on what appeared a broadsheet and kept doing so even after I had sat. I remained calm. “You are Daniel Chukwuma”, she suddenly began again. Completely startling me all over. “Yes please”, I kept my concentration on her face. She looked so wholesome. Her skin, so nurtured. The strands of her richly coloured hair calmly lay on the skin of her forehead. She was the perfect definition of beauty. However, she suddenly dropped her pen, pushed the sheet she’s been using away and rolled herself to my front while still seated. The chair made slight squeaky sounds as it rolled towards me. She appeared a bit tense as she looked up to meet my eyes for the second time that day. She had crossed her legs and the entire outer side of her eye-catching left thigh revealed itself through one of the slits on her skirt. The skin of that area looked inviting and plainly delicious. I could not help but stare at it even though I was certain she was seeing me do so and I did not make any efforts to take away my eyes. She had one hand placed on the raised thigh and the other on the arm rest. Her bust looked very large as the mounds of her Bosom pressed out against her blouse. They were so round and obvious and I let my eyes linger on them when I saw them. “On what day did you join our church Daniel?” I was aware she was trying to save the situation between us that I felt was now becoming increasingly bizarre if not embarrassing and her mention of my name should be an attempt to feel quite comfortable once more. I responded in the right way even though I constantly brought my eyes to either her Bosom or the curve of her hips. This made her even more uncomfortable and I could swear that I noticed her press her crossed thighs together a bit more than usual. She was surely feeling some way. “Been a week now, Ma” “Are you born-again?”. She said the last word with a swallow while she adjusted herself on her seat causing her skirt to slid further up her thighs. I immediately engaged my eyes! “Yes Ma. I am. I was prayed for” “And…..ehm have-you-been….living the life?” She was obviously laboured. Her breathe was becoming increasingly heavier! When I raised my eyes again to look at her, her eyes were right on my crotch! And I guess she must have seen the brazen bulge I had there as I was now spotting an enormous erection! to be continue

*continue “Yes I have. Even though it has not been that easy.” I kept tracing her gaze making sure she knew that I knew that she was staring at my concealed Joystick! “Really? What have been the challenges?” “A lot Ma”. I had dropped my eyes to her thighs again. I was blatantly visually soaking up the skin at the place where her skirt had ridden up and exposing her legs up to her mid thigh. “Can I know some of them?” “Sure ma”, I replied before realizing that I really did not know what things to tell her. I guess she sensed this because she quietly relaxed back into her chair; bringing down her crossed legs while doing so. I could now see the area around her crotch and the inverted triangle it created on her taut skirt. She traced my eyes as I did. “Have you been battling with fuc–I mean, s*x?” her question slightly jolted me out of my sit. i wondered how that got into the frame. She too never expected herself to ask that equally. It must have completely fallen off her mouth. In fact, she was about saying ‘F**K’ before realizing it! I felt instantly bold. She knew what ‘F**K’ was after all. I thought. “Yes Ma. I had been fucking a lot even though I had been prayed for” I maintained eye contact and let my hand drop on my upper right thigh. She followed my hand and soon was crossing her legs again. She was going to press them together. Obviously! “Well Daniel, its important you stopped such life” she was obviously avoiding my obscenities. I could use any word for all she cared. The room was getting real heated now!! “Do you have a wife?” “No Ma”, I observed the look on her face which pleaded that my answer was a no. In response, I pretended to need a scratch somewhere around my crotch so I spread my legs wide enough to reach my concealed privates, and began scratching. Making sure that my bulge was nudged back and forth! Her face suddenly contorted into a frown of lust! She was not talking anymore and all she did was just stare openly at my rolling bulge with her lips slightly apart. I had completely drowned her! However, she suddenly asked me to excuse her and in a haste made for the door! In seconds I was left alone in the office. Now, I could not tell what would happen next. I had bitten more than I could chew!! I had done the unthinkable!!!!. I fingered myself!!!! A whole pastor, pastor’s wife!!!! I succumbed to the lust of the flesh and abused myself. This was something I had prayed about and asked God to help me overcome and he did. I was really into s*x and its entire attendant benefits back in those days of being in the world. I was one s*xy** bitch and explored all the joy of my body. I glorified in my body and men worshiped it!!!!! But with my new life and acceptance of Christ, I had forsaken all the things of the past, the pleasures of the body and the lust of the flesh. I was a new creature and old things had passed away. But with the appearance of the new convert, Daniel, I had reverted to my old life!!! I was back to my lusty ways. I simply couldn’t stop thinking of s*x, as much as I tried, I couldn’t. Morning, noon and night s*x was the only thing I could think about. Making love with my husband, Pastor, was no longer worth looking forward to. All I could think of was fucking, yes, raw fucking with Daniel the convert. I got home that night after the episode of the toilet in my office super horny. My private was wet, super wet and I was horny, super horny. I wanted to be F***ed, F***ed raw. I couldn’t get my mind and imaginations off of the sight of Dan scratching his privates, or the size of his Joystick as it was outlined in his trousers, erect and proud. to be continue

Hmmm, take am easy

hmmm

Nawa oo pastor wife

Hmmmmmm

@Horlabordah pls help indicates dere name at d beginning of dere word afta d (YES MA) it was d pastor"s wife that was talking i thoughts it was dan not until i almost finish it dat wen i know it was her not him

Pastor z d cause of his wife problem

Wat in this world is this sex all about,that even the mighty fall to it.

*continue All I could think of was holding that erect Joystick in my hands and worshipping it with all I had. The thought of that Joystick in my Kittycat drilling me hard and filling my womb with warm Pour sent more Kittycat juice flowing out of me. I wasn’t ready to receive a no from my husband that night!!! I just must be F***ed, headache or not!!!!. I groomed myself and got ready for bed before my husband but I didn’t sleep. About thirty minutes later, he got into bed and made to fall asleep as usual, but I wasn’t ready to have any of that!! Not this night anyway!!! I moved closer to his side of the bed and touched him lightly on the chest ‘I’m so tired, dear’ he said, making to turn on his side. I didn’t even listen as I continued with my ministrations, rubbing my hands on his hairy chest and gradually moving to his crotch. He started grumbling, asking why I was like this and bla bla bla but I was too far gone in my lust for a F**K to listen. All I could see was that rough face, chiseled body and the silhouette of the erect big Joystick. My husband turned his back on me but I was not going to go down so easily. I snuggled up to him and continued rubbing his body, grabbing his Buttocks and kneading it lightly and making circular motions on his Buttocks. He groaned, becoming worked up. I sure know how to get to him, just that I have been playing coy and trying to be the model wife. Now, I want to be F***ed and I want it really bad. I leaned forward and looked at his torso to see that he was almost fully erect, I smiled. I will surely get my Kittycat F***ed tonight!!! I grabbed his semi turgid Joystick and worked my magic on it, drawing a long drawn out moan from his lips. By now, my Kittycat was producing copious amount of Kittycat juice. Pastor was now on his back panting hard at the ministration I was giving his Joystick. I wanted to suck that beautiful Joystick but I know my husband will die of apoplexy if I do. A whole pastor mrs eating Joystick? Too hard to believe but I really felt like a slut and wanted to gulp down that meat. I restrained myself, and just rubbed it up and down, squeezing his balls and rubbing the head to rub the pre Pour licking from it. I surreptitiously licked my fingers of the pre Pour on it. In no time, my husband’s Joystick was as hard as it would be and I knew that if I continued, he would spill his seed and deprive me of my longed-for-F**K. I quickly got on my knees and straddled his thighs, lowering my Kittycat to his engorged Joystick. My Kittycat was dripping Pour all over the place and I just wanted that Joystick deep inside me. I lowered myself unto it and swallowed him up in one fell swoop!! I was so wet, his Joystick slide into my Kittycat like knife sliding into butter. My husband groaned and pushed into me deeper and grabbed my swinging Bosom, kneading and fondling them as if his life depended on it. He tried to control the speed of the F**K by going faster but I slowed it down cos I know if we continued like that, he would release in no time and leave me hanging. I have waited too long for this F**K to let it end abruptly. I moved up and down on that Joystick slowly, raising my Kittycat until only the tip of his Joystick was in me and then going back down until it was buried in me to the hilt. I continued like this for minutes and when I notice him getting close to cumming, I would slow down the pace of the F**K, going slower or still altogether. I did this for about three times until I was also close to cumming, then I speeded up my movement, moving faster and faster on that wonderful Joystick. I closed my eyes all the while, seeing the picture of Daniel on top of me, fucking me for all I was worth, sucking on my Bosom cos I know he would love that, since he never took his eyes off them all the while he was in my office. I imagined him plunging into me from behind and I groaned aloud as it heightened my pleasure. The pressure built inside my Kittycat and I clenched hard on my husband’s Joystick as he started cumming coinciding with my own release. My Kittycat walls gripped his Joystick hard and squeezed it dry of all it had to offer. My Kittycat nerves tingled as I had a massive Pour and spilled Kittycat juice all over his Joystick. I fell off him afterwards with a satisfied smirk and a tingling feeling in my belly. My husband groaned, got up and walked to the bathroom to clean up. to be continue

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At last!!! Women knws aw to ght something wen dey want to.. @holarbordah.. Try indicating d narrator by using either ' Elizabeth’s pov or Daniel's pov'

@PhineBraim alright.. but I always forget ni but I will make amendment

hmm... Lizzy: chuks don qet in2 ur head... No qo till he qet wht he want and u satisfy.

Holy fuck...

Hmmm, pastor wife

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*continue I was too tired and satisfied to care, I simply slept off with his Pour leaking from my Kittycat onto the sheets and a smile on my face like a cat that got the cream, I sure did get the cream. From that day onward, I started scheming on how to get Daniel close to me. I wanted him to F**K me and I know he wanted me too. I simply didn’t want to do it in a way that would broach suspicion; I am still a pastor and a pastor’s wife. I scheduled a meeting with all the converts and as usual Daniel was the last to come to my office. I didn’t really have any news for the converts as they were all doing well in their new life except for Daniel whom I knew was a wheelbarrow hawker and a stud amongst the other female hawkers. I had kept taps on him unknown to him and I now knew almost everything there was to know about him. I knew he had potential as he was not only educated but also well brought up and had only fallen behind hard times because of the death of his parents and the greed of his relatives who took everything his father had without a thought for Daniel and his other three siblings. I particularly didn’t like the fact that there was a girl who was his constant F**K- mate amongst the hawkers. I wanted that position for myself and would do all in my power to get it. I was standing beside the fridge in my office which is behind the door when he walked in. I supposedly wanted to get a drink of water but really had other thoughts in mind. I shut the door firmly behind him immediately he came in and stood against it, looking at him with lust flowing palpably from my body, he was street smart and knew I was now fully ready to embrace my slutty side. He didn’t waste time as he grabbed me to himself and devoured my mouth in one of the sexiest kisses I had ever had. It was not a suggestive or probing kiss. It was one of knowing. He knew he had me where he wanted me and didn’t hesitate in letting me know he knew. He pushed me towards my table and had me bent over it, facing him. He never let me go all the while, rubbing his hands on the parts of my body he could get to. I was moaning softly at this time, Kittycat tingling in anticipation. Abruptly, he stood up and led me gently to my seat, rearranged my disarrayed cloths and planted a soft kiss on my lips. He then sat opposite me on the visitor’s seat. I was devastated. “why?” I asked in a soft voice, still raw with sexual tension. “Lizzy, I don’t want any trouble for you. I know you want me as much as I want you but we have to be careful not to arouse suspicion. This is your office, anyone can come in at any time. Your husband, daughter, usher, anybody. Lets not put you in an awkward situation.” He replied. I sat there open mouthed, fighting for composure. Here is a convert telling me, a pastor, what I should have been telling him!!! I knew he had breeding, just didn’t know he was so caring. “Know that I will F**K you, not once not twice but forever, it is inevitable. But I also have to think of your reputation. What I feel for you will not allow me to get you humiliated, so we must plan’ this coming from Daniel? I was so lost in him. He was so caring, so manly and so sexually raw. to be continue

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continue “oookkkaayyyyy’ I stuttered, helpless to say anything more. “you are beautiful and s*xy**” he said and the way he said it was so s*xy** I wet my pant with Kittycat juice. “Thank you” I said, blushing, if blacks could blush but my face was flushed and sweaty. “I’m not flattering you, what I say is the truth and your sexiness is noticed by everyone. No man on earth can resist the s*x appeal you exude, I know its unconscious but you have it” he said “so what do we do? How do we get together without raising suspicion?” “I’mmmmm thinking of something” I stammered, flustered at his switch between subjects. He was so composed. I couldn’t even take control of the situation. “Do you mind working as my personal assistance and living in the empty boys’ quarter in my compound? That or being a driver but wouldn’t want a situation where you would do something that has no future, something mundane. Since you already have a degree, being my personal assistance means you can continue studying, going for your masters and all” “you know I have a degree? He asked, shocked for the first time I smiled demurely. “I know a lot about you, maybe not everything but a lot. Your parents’ death, relatives taking control of your property, your affair with that girl in your area, where you live, etc. i decided to do this when I succumbed to my feelings for you. I wanted to know everything about the man driving me crazy. And the fact that I am older than you and a pastor to boot means I have to be extra careful” I answered. “ I quite understand and think it would be okay to be your personal assistance. Thank you for thinking ahead for me instead of just seeing me as an object to satisfy your lust.” He replied and the sincerity shone through in his words. “ I have to work on my husband and make him think it is his idea. You would have to become more visible in the church and more engaged in church activities so that I can easily sell the idea to him” “that won’t be a problem. I will start immediately by joining the workers” he replied I stood up, walked up to him and shook his hands but he grabbed me to himself and gave me a resounding kiss, fondling my warm Bosom in the process. He released me, said his goodbyes and left to join the workers. I leaned against my table trembling and trying to get my churning emotions in control. Thereafter, I noticed Dan become more and more active in the church. He joined virtually all of the groups and was very noticeable. It took all my resolve not to jump at him each time I see him which was very often. He aroused feelings in me that had been dormant for a long time. I then put my plans into action. I began feigning tiredness and overwork. My husband noticed and started suggesting ways to ease me of the pressures of work so that I could have more time to rest. He suggested I employ a personal assistance. I smiled inwardly and told him that instead of employing an outsider, we should employ from among the unemployed church members especially the converts who were qualified academically and dedicated to the church. He agreed and told me he would start looking into it. I also suggested that whomever we employed had to live in the boys’ quarter so as to be handy when needed. He also agreed. About a week later, he came to me and excitedly explained that he had found the perfect candidate, who was qualified, dedicated, a new convert and a hard worker for God. Guess who? Daniel! to be continue

Wow,ur plans are good but be careful.

Hey guys I am here

Wow de story so far is really great. More grease bro

Really loving it. Next pls

Ur plan is workin

ur plan is working

U wan bcme personal assistance for sexology abi?

Beta assist pastor well ooo

Well done.. Mission Accomplished

Following closely

*continue __Daniel's___ The sight was just too s*xy**. Several drips of her saliva kept dribbling down to the root of my Joystick straight from the swollen head. I was having plain pleasure! She tried to drive the tip of her tongue into the little hole at the apex of my steel as though it could find its way in. It sent amazing streams of pleasant sensation down my spine. My head was just not thinking anymore. She jerked the shaft with her Saliva- covered hand as she sucked the knob at its head and on several occasions brushed it along her clenched teeth. The feeling was just simply unequivocal and at each time I tried to hinder her from going further for the fear that I could suddenly spill my seed so early, she would resist me and instead attempt more mesmerizing things. She obviously knew what she was doing. After a long period of sucking, licking and jerking, Chidinma gave the knob of my Joystick one last drawn suck; lapping up the bubbly precum formed at the tip in the course. She got up to her feet while still over me, lubricated her vulva with the saliva in her hand and then lowered herself, crotch-first unto my 8inch boner which was already stiffer than the word ‘stiff’. My pecker speared her warm tunnel apart as it went straight for the bottom. It felt so warm and as we began grinding out, it was a tale of hard shell in an abundance of cocoa butter. I F***ed her with all I had got and she wailed my name endlessly. I crossed both arms over her elevated Buttocks, making sure I had her Kittycat well placed on my tool as close as it could get as I began giving her the pounding of her life. She was absolutely ecstatic! I was doing this because I was aware that this might be my last night with Chidinma. The happenings of these past few days had gone too quickly. I was barely recovering from the very first visit I paid Elizabeth at her office, which suddenly turned sour as I felt I had taken things a bit too hurriedly, thereby forcing her out of her office with embarrassment. But contrary to these thoughts, we were soon suddenly summoned again by the same woman. And from the reactions I got when I asked other new converts who were my colleagues, she barely had anything for us. This was exactly when I began having strange thoughts about her intentions. I was further proved right when I finally walked into that office. She was completely breathing s*x! She just was not so certain about asking it from me, but as she starred at me while leaning onto her office door, I totally lost control of myself. The dream of my life was just playing out in my face. Not only was I close to having s*x with such a goddess, I was equally being offered it with a plea. But, I was not to be carried away. Elizabeth whom I had suddenly started calling Lizzy, had a ‘Pastor’ nomenclature to her name. She was equally a pastor’s wife who we all kept assuming has the fire of the Lord burning in her. If we both were now so comfortable to have an affair together, it just would not start right inside her office. What will I give my dead parents as my reason if an usher or steward were to find my grossly veined rod buried into the bottoms of our pastor’s sipping Kittycat? How will we explain the act to her handsome husband when he hears about it? I simple had no answer, so I tried all I could to think of something else, other than Kittycat, Joystick and F**K! I pleaded with her to wait. We needed a plan. We needed to find a place and a way of meeting regularly to suck and eat each other’s s*x fluids! We needed to think. Now, this was where she once again showed how smart she was as she told me she would suggest my being her personal assistant to the husband. Not like, she was going to obviously request for just me, but instead she would make him think it was entirely his idea. She was simply brilliant. Our little escapade ended in that manner on that faithful day. to be continue

Hy bro... Snappy. Just kinda followinq

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Repeatition again.......we hav learn about all d@ b4

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*continue . “Are you still there?” I had drifted into thoughts “Yeah. Sure. Well….” I just had no other excuse to give “That’s okay baby. Just make it first thing tomorrow. Hope that is fine?” I smiled to her urgency. She was yet to see my Joystick but already cannot wait to have me. Wondered what would happen when she eventually did “Tomorrow will be fine.” I was stroking my Joystick with my left hand saying that “That’s lovely honey. Please make it in the morning. I will remain home because of you.” I laughed into the receiver. She chuckled as I did. We both knew our reasons “I am serious about the time Dan. Please make it that early. I know why I am asking you to”, wondered what else if not for a F**K. “I will try Ma” “That’s lovely. Will be expecting you.” She hung up the call. But just then, she called again. “And don’t call me Ma, I am Lizzy. I have already heard you call me that before. Have a nice day love.” I was in dreamland! Wondered if anybody else had ever had things happen so easily and fast like I had experienced. I would be joining the Rowlands by the coming day. Just simply staggering!! Celestina, Lizzy’s daughter, received me the following day when I finally moved out of my hood. I had left home just a couple of minutes after Eight in the morning and got to their premises barely an hour after. Celestina had been instructed by the mum to await me at a popular bus stop from where she was to lead me to her place. As usual, she looked beautiful. Just like her mum. We soon were exchanging pleasantries. “Hey”, she began as I brought down my luggage from the public bus that had stopped me there “Hey. Came to pick me?” “Yeah. You are Brother Daniel, right?” she had picked one of the bags and was strolling right beside me “Yea.” I dint want to give away too much. She subsequently welcomed me and we both began to head to her place. She had driven herself to the junction and was driving us back now. Lizzy was at home as promised, and as anticipated, more than happy to see me. I was already wondering how our affair would not breed a lot of suspicion as one would always wonder how a mere personal assistant (PA) and his boss could ever get this free with each other. She soon showed me my eventual bedroom, which was part of the auxiliary apartment (boys’ quarter) still within the compound. Little need to ask if our plan was working. “You will be bathing, right?” she began moments after I seemed to have settled. I had returned to the main building. Celestina was at the kitchen now; preparing lunch for me, I guessed. “Not yet”, I just came off a short trip, yes. But I dint need any bathe this early “Why? We have already prepared your water.” , she was smiling while saying those “Seriously? It’s fine then. I can do with a bath” I was somewhat getting apprehensive now about the sudden desperation to get me to bath but never let it get to my actions “You will be using the bathroom at my bedroom. That’s where the bathwater has been served”, I went dumb! Did she just say her bedroom? With her daughter at home? I made to call her back since she was already making it into someplace I felt was the kitchen but stopped abruptly. Her daughter was now walking into the living room. I just could not figure out what was playing out. “Come and see the bathroom. You can go back and change later” that was Celestina saying now “What about the bathroom at the boy’s quarters?” I sincerely felt worried “We still need to do some work there. The hired plumber will be coming to fix it tomorrow”, I sensed she was sincere with her answer leaving me with little doubt that she had no hand in what I was now strongly suspecting to be Lizzy’s renewed plan to get us to F**K. How that made sense after just an hour of my arrival, beat me! . to be continue

Interesting

Take it slow.. Brother

Oya na,dat z what u always wanted

Just gv it to her d wy she want it

Yekpa!! So soon looto. Gently brother Daniel

Holy chucks

Dat is wat d flesh need

I dey gbadun u ooo next tori jare

Still observing

chai I won't be able to be active like before because them DON steal my power bank.and my area no dey get light. but I will be posting it slowly sha

Fuck up @konphido who steal am tell me i no u knew dem jst tell me ......bro damiel inchrist abeg take tins easy

*continue “And there isn’t another bathroom in this big house?” so much boldness for a PA-to-be She just looked up at me and smiled. I was taller than her and as she walked ahead of me leading the way, I just but imagined if I was ever going to F**K her too. She was as beautiful as her mother, but I just had not got any attractions for her. Equally. she seemed to really be the church girl. “Here is your bathwater.” I was brought back to the present. “The hose to the faucet stopped working last night. The coming plumber will be fixing it too but before then, you might have to bathe from the bucket. Moreover, we have two guest rooms downstairs and they all are in-suite. But with a few problems. The plumber too. Hope that answers your question?” “Yes, ma’am.” I was loving her sassiness. She chuckled and walked away. She might have answered all my worries, but knowing Lizzy this far, I still had a feeling from somewhere, that she certainly had something to do with bathing in her own personal bathtub. Well, that was proved so correct, because just after I had dropped my cloths and began the rudiments, the door to the bathroom gave way and a canny Pastor Elizabeth, stepped in. “What the F**K?!!” I heard myself screaming; convert or no convert! I was tirelessly looking for some cloth to cover my nudity but kept failing repeatedly. How I was acting that way, shocked me too. This was a woman I was already very close to fucking barely seven days back. Guess it had to do with the daughter’s presence. I just could not imagine doing her while her daughter was at home. When my eyes found her face, I was rather stunned. She had been standing at the same point since she stepped in. One hand over a rather widely open mouth. She was staring at my bare Joystick and she had gone out of breath by the sheer enormity of the hallowed shaft! It was not erect in anyway but I assume the warmth of the room had made it very relaxed. An opposite of what would have happened if I were in a cold place. My balls were also hanging very low, creating what must have been a very s*xy** view for the lusting pastor. “Oh my god!” she finally managed to say, letting the blue towel she had around her all this while drop to the bathroom floor. How she had managed to come into her room and change into that was just plain mystery. She was now left in red lacey brassiere and panties. I mechanically drank up her sexiness as she wondered from where she was standing. “What?” I needed to be sure of what the problem was even though the obviously puzzled look on her face was saying enough “How do you carry that thing about?” she was coming closer to me, eyes still fixed on the Joystick I laughed lightly. I had placed a hand on it now. I seemed to be giving her a show of all its sides while she kept lamenting about the sheer magnitude! My worry was that she was now sitting on the tub and was fondling my balls. Celestina was in the same house as ourselves and that was enough death sentence! “Celestina could come in here Lizzy”, I was holding onto her hand. She looked up at me and smiled “She won’t come in here. She is busy.” That was not enough guarantee for me so I tried delaying her advances. However, I did not have to continue doing so quite so long as Celestina soon called unto her. “I will be back.” she quietly walked out of the bathroom. Well, in less than two or three minutes, my bath was over. I was never going to wait on her return to the bathroom. When she subsequently met me at the living room, she laughed out loud. . to be continue

Interesting!

New convert Indeed

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Hmmmmmm

U don enter

*continue “I will catch you! Just don’t worry.” We both were enjoying each other already and I guessed just the two of us had any idea of what we meant. What followed that episode was simply magnificent. I later learnt that Pastor Donatus Rowlands had travelled that very morning of my arrival meaning that the floor had been set for this inevitable play between myself and Lizzy. But he had sanctioned my coming on that very day. Unfortunately, he had done more harm to himself. In fact, Lizzy continuously kept asking me to let her touch my Joystick each time we were alone at the living room after the initial bathroom incident. But whenever she did, I refused. Celestina was just my problem. It was not seeming like she had got any idea about my now growing affair with her mum, but there was just no way I thought I could F**K the mum with her at home. Nonetheless, Lizzy was thinking differently. I was in my own apartment at the back of the main house arranging some of the articles I had come with when my cell phone rang. Celestina. It was already Eleven p.m. so I was not expecting any calls from them. When I picked, the reason for the call sounded even more hilarious. Lizzy her mother wanted me to come assist her with the preparations of her next bible study class. Quite a bluff! However, I assumed Celestina believed that and so I acted like the request was really genuine and expected of me. In few minutes, I was walking the alley that led to their room; Lizzy and the husband. But what I met on getting into the room, shocked me beyond measure. Pastor Elizabeth Rowlands, was lying on her back right on the bed, obviously asleep or seeming to be, but with both of her legs raised towards her head and held by both her arms. And she was stark Unclad! Her vulva was so swollen and pointed into the air invitingly. I was a new convert. I was expected to lead a holy life. I was just made a pastor’s PA. But not with a Kittycat like the one I had before me. I suddenly found myself crawling towards it!! Nothing on earth was going to get me to accept that Pastor Elizabeth actually slept off with both her legs raised towards her head and held in place by her hands, and without cloths! Nothing could! She obviously wanted to make herself appear like she was asleep in order to give me the room to approach her very inviting Kittycat. She must have begun feeling that I had become shy of fucking her as I had hardly accepted to go along with any of her latest advances. But that wasn’t exactly my reason. Her daughter Celestina was actually the problem. I had found it difficult to think that I could F**K her mom while she was in the same house as us; that is, without her finding out or worse still, catching us. She had appeared smart all this while, and I was very wary of that. As soon as I got to the door to Lizzy’s bedroom, I stopped. I was completely stunned by what was before my eyes. But after spending some time drinking in the view, I began to quietly walk towards her without a thought of my own. Celestina was still in the house, but I couldn’t explain if I cared anymore. I could clearly see Lizzy’s puffy clean Kittycat, which was slightly but seductively stretched by her raised legs. I could tell the tip of her pink clit, as it stuck out through the meaty folds of her vulva and labia. There was the glistening nature of the swell that then made me to easily drop to my knees, crawling and salivating at the thought of covering the honeyhole with my mouth. I was barely a foot to the Kittycat when I began to perceive her alluring Kittycat scent. A sign of her drowning wetness! As my moist mouth came in contact with her mound, I heard her sigh! The first indication that she was indeed, fully awake. She had been expecting this as I was sure she knew I was in the room already. And she was not being disappointed in any way! She gently dropped her hands allowing me to keep her legs in the air by myself. Another indication, albeit a stronger one, that she was never sleeping, after all. And as I began to eat out her hole and Kittycat lips, she started rocking her pelvis against my greasily mouth, in slow steady motions. Her juices were running easily already now and it tasted so good. The heavy muskiness was a quick reminder that she was a matured woman. I felt like living in the Kittycat. I brought down one hand and began to search for her right Tip. “Oh baby…”, came her moan as soon as I found it, grabbing that hand tightly and clamping it into the Bosom in question I responded by rolling the Tip along my thumb and index finger. She then brought her other hand to my head, pushing my face deeper into her crotch! It was sheer ecstasy! “Suck my Kittycat Danny baby,” I heard her call out in a whisper, as she brushed my hair with her palm I did as she said, giving her a very deep suck that caused her to lift her bum off the bed in a mad bid to force her entire Kittycat into my mouth! Her juices were pouring more and more, getting me to drink as soon as I got them! “Tell me what you want me to do with you”, I heard myself blurt out as my other hand found her belly button “Anything you wish baby. Just make me beg you to stop!” she had her eyes closed calmly “Hmmmm….” I grinned. “Be careful what you wish for woman” She smiled. Then brought my left hand to her mouth, picked the middle finger with her lips and sucked it! It felt like my Joystick was being sucked and it got my precum sipping! to be continue

Yu try ooo

Hmmmmm intrestin

U r digging ur grave @dan if her husband catch u

hahaha. plz guys am new i nid frnds

hahaha. dan dan dan hw mny tyms did i cal. plz guys am new i nid frnds

Ur daughter will catch u guys very soon

Chai!!! new convert indeed

Na wife person o n pikin dey haus dia o on 4get sey god d watch u i don talk ma own finish cos ur next name go b sowi

Burn again hmm

Ok

No be small tin o

open invitation... Handle witout mercy.

*continue “Uhhhhhh….”, I groaned. An expression of my gratitude She smiled again, pulling the finger further into her curled lips I then returned my attention to her Kittycat. Intensifying my effort there. I picked out her clit. Which I had been deliberately avoiding all along as I had saved it for the last. It looked bigger now and even more tempting! The red tip was a lot more swollen and sat atop the start of her slit. She gyrated sharply as soon as my tongue found it! And as I pulled the entire knob into my mouth in a single suction, she held onto my head with plenty of fury, encouraging me to suck even harder! We were already making the rounds! Rocking ourselves, crotch to face. The slippery state of her pelvic region, giving us enough lubrication to grind at higher frequency! Her legs which were earlier raised into the air, were now clamped around my neck, all in a bid to have my mouth fixed perpetually onto her dripping gooey punnani! After what seemed like many minutes, I withdrew my face from her Kittycat albeit a strong resistance from her as she obviously dint want the sensation to stop. But I had bigger ideas. So I sat up, using the opportunity to lick my entire jaw, nose and lips clean of her juices, which was now all over the place. I had begun unbuttoning my shirt, but before I could go through the third button, she had gotten hold of my belt hook and in a jiffy, freed my already waltzing boner! It had ropes after ropes of precum dribbling down it as it came into view and Lizzy began her work on it by collecting the clear liquid with her tongue. I felt her hair and as she began to attempt a deepthroat already on the enormous shaft, I held her by the back of her head to encourage her. After two long gulps, she pulled out and blew a massive load of saliva on the 8 inch meat! She later rubbed the spit along the length, paying particular attention to the head. “Work that Joystick baby…” I muttered, almost having lost my senses to the unimaginable pleasure she was giving me She smiled at me, and pulled close for a kiss, to which I responded by crushing my lips into hers in an intense french kiss! Our ferocious tongues curled and poked into each other and when I finally managed to attempt pulling out, she still caught my lower lip within her mouth, giving me a little bite in the course! I feigned hurt but as soon as I tried responding, she took my Joystick back into her mouth, and began sucking and wanking it furiously! Causing me to even rise from the bed, as I felt I was going to blow my spunk just then! She began chuckling uncontrollably. “I thought you were a tough guy?” That stung me hard! Pleasantly, though. “Really?” I asked her, making up my mind on what next to do that instant. “I will show you what tough guys do” She was still giggling, when I suddenly jacked her up, despite her weight, and hauled her onto the bed! Her chortle increased, as she playfully sprinted onto the pillows for safety. I started getting worried again that Celestina might get to hear us. “I will deal with you today”, I explained as I climbed into bed, approaching her. While doing well to hide my worries She giggled further, throwing the pillows to the side. I grabbed her legs and dragged her to myself! Then in a flip, spun her to her belly. Her plump Buttocks was now facing me and in a stint, I buried my face into it, doing well to lubricate her Kittycat further from behind. As soon as I felt I had done enough, I straddled her, set my burning Joystick into position and from behind buried my tool into her snatch! She felt warmly moist and she instantly clenched her Kittycat muscles as she released a soft hiss! I grabbed her Buttocks globes and gave them a huge squeeze before moving my hands to her hips for support. She in turn held onto the hands, in readiness of what she knew was going to be a s*x bath! to be continue

@frankkay d boiz wen kari am na woski o.... U dun write ur WILL?

U better do d real tin b4 her daughter come in n meet u guys

U nd ur pastor wife. @Eminem don't u see what dis guy is doing

ok oooo abt to devour hear cums a knock on d door ko ko ko wow dat Celestina. lol

Just looking around

i just hope it no gonna kill u o cos u are enjoying it now u no call us o so wen It pay time dont ask for any advice o

@jummybabe shey u self wan chop ni?

Bro just enjoy.... I dey 4 door dey watch wen celestina dey c.um.

konji na bastard

*continue In slow steady strokes I began to F**K her Kittycat! Each stroke was replied by a bath of juices as her fluid kept pouring out, splash after splash! She began whining heavily, interrupting herself with talks about how she loved me! By the time the strokes had become quicker, she was breathlessly holding unto my arm and screaming into my ears! She was close and even before she could announce it, she was convulsing in her eruptive first orgasm of the night!! It was so intense and her squirting Kittycat sprayed the entire bed with fluid! “Oh gawd!! Oh gawd…..” she kept screaming! Doing her best to regain her strength, breath and composure! But that wasn’t going to be, as I still had a lot of points to prove! So I quickly picked her up, flipped her to her backside, and then began inserting my still turgid meat for a second time! She attempted requesting for a rest, but I ignored her as I hurriedly plunged into her, basking on the lubrication her fluids had afforded me! “Ohhhhh….F**K!”, she growled! Closing her eyes, while letting her head fall back. She had never had it this fierce before. I began banging her again! Doing so much quicker and doing well to drive home my pole to the balls! She would lift her hip to meet my thrust despite her being out of air. Causing our bodies to slap against each other in loud sounds! After several thrusts, she began to growl again. Doing so endlessly while lifting her hands and placing them across my neck! She was in another world! I tried to change us into another position but she wouldn’t let me as she was lost in the furor of our lovemaking! Even I myself began feeling my Joystick pulsate as she began working her Kittycat muscles; draining my pecker in the process! As soon as I felt my seed travel, I told her I was going to Pour! To which, she let me pull away, and then adjusted herself until she had her mouth under my Joystick. This came at just the right time as I soon began shooting loads of creamy goo into her mouth and across her face! She drank them as they landed and even licked up the ones on her face with her tongue! She smiled as soon as I was done. “That was one good F**K”, she said, still smiling “Well,…it isn’t” “How?….” her face, a mixture of surprise and laughter “BECAUSE I AM STILL NOT DONE!!” I yelled, pulling her closer again!! She became very spellbound at that point! “But you just released….” She barely said as I turned her over and forced her unto all four “I am a tough guy” She laughed long on hearing that! But that didn’t get me to stop as she tried restricting me from penetrating her again. to be continue

Na to bang pastor's wife they sweet you pass abi.don't worry you go soon dance Alingo with devil for hell fire.just chillas.

Na u go kill ur pastor wife or na ur pastor wife go kill you either of the two sha na una go kill una sef

Hmmm clear troat

+Azonto @December hahaha

hahaha see hw i jst dey lafa u

Choi yu na wan kill madam haaa God dey watch ooo

Hmmmm, na wao, pastor!

Hmmmm

pastr mrs indeed

And where went the woman's daughter

Still have more points 2 score.... Pastor qo tink say him wife stil dey loyal....

U na 5 pointer abi

God is watching o.... Bleeping ur pastor's wife Odikwa risky

U want go kill her? Mk she rest small na

Okay o me i no want to @holarbordah

No kil our pastor wife o

Nxt pls

*continue “Please Danny, we can leave some for tomorrow…” she began saying, trying her best to twist and face me. But I wouldn’t let her “You asked me to F**K you until you begged me to stop, dint you?” She grinned. “But I am begging already. Can’t you see?” She rubbed her hand across my chiseled chest as she said so “I am going to F**K you more and more tonight” I persisted! Turning her quickly and burying my Joystick into her for the third time that night! “Moooooooorrrrrrrrrreeeee?!!!…….” she queried. Drawing the word as her soaked cunt welcomed my erection! I didn’t answer but instead began to pound away! She purred and moaned, pulling into my buttocks and even asking me to pound faster! She obviously wasn’t content too. As my Joystick slapped in and out of her punnani, she grabbed and kneaded her Bosom! I dropped my hand underneath and found her clit. Then began to rub the rubbery stump. To this, she gyrated endlessly, clamping her laps into my arm! I kept pounding her furiously; making sure her stretched Kittycat swallowed my entire stick at every thrust! As this continued, I began feeling another wave of orgasm build up between us! She was persistently pushing her butt to meet my strokes halfway and I was sending electric signals through her body by working her clit! So when her next orgasm hit her, it wasn’t difficult to tell! She convulsed and convulsed, dropping to her belly in the course as her knees became too wobbly to carry her! And just like the initial one, she squirted her juice again but this time, I didn’t let it waste as I dropped down and began to sap and drink it up! I spent a few moments doing this, for as soon as she was spent, I went for her Kittycat, sucking on the same clit which was definitely now sore from intense arousal! She jumped as I made contact with it! But I held her back! She was screaming very loudly now!! After giving it adequate chewing, I got on my knees, and from behind inserted her again! She almost passed out! I heard her say things, but I couldn’t tell what it was! I wrapped both my hands around her waist and then began pounding her in the most ferocious way I had ever known!! It took less than 60 seconds to feel my Joystick pulsate and with little warning spurt new loads of sticky white Pour into her yearning Kittycat! I tried preventing this from continuing as I wore no condoms, but instead, I only succeeded in causing my Joystick to swing out of her with a pop, thus, spraying the bed headboard with ropes of spunk and sticky stuff! “Ooouch!” I heard her say. Surprising me as I had thought she had slept off already. She even managed to squeeze out the rest of the Pour in my Joystick and bring it to her mouth! She was really something else! “Your PA is off to bed… ”, I hurriedly said, picking up my scattered cloths She smiled but dint say a word. I kissed her forehead and went for the door. Her notepad, books and bible were at her study-table, just by the corner of the room. She was going to spend the rest of the night preparing her biblestudy teaching for the next day. I guess she would have to tell the church about the need for leading a good life, but with my creamy sticky spunk dripping down her thighs! *THE END

Wow so intrestin

haha fucking a pastor wife nd pastor herself well u too will surely pay. nd i hope dis z not d end oooo.

Waoooooh it just end lyk dat,welldone

Just like [email protected] end

The end or end of season 1.. Nyc story full of fucking....

just lyk dat.., end nke.

Huh? D end of dis episode or d end of d full story?

Nice story bro but is it end of d story or season?

Na so

U try as ur dream finally come true. Good job

lol the end of the story ni o

Nice 1.bt na end of season 1 or na final full stop?

Huqh...Nice story...Thumbz up to the writter.... @Holarbordah ...Welldone

@Pizzaro thanks

U're welcome bro...

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Hmmm!

Intresting

Breath taking

Dis nah temptation wit confusion