Mouth for Rent
Copyright© 2022 by MaryS
Chapter 3: Pastor Bruce and Start of School
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: Pastor Bruce and Start of School - A woman rents her mouth for cock sucking using the new sex app.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Teenagers Consensual Gay Heterosexual Fiction Incest Brother Sister Oral Sex
The next weekend began as any other, and was actually quite pleasant for the most part. Billy and I worked in the fields during the morning, and then we drove into town in dad’s really old pickup truck and did some shopping and various errands. Driving back, Billy told me he had a date for the evening. I can’t remember what her name was, but Tommy had introduced him to this “new girl in town” just a few days before. Billy seemed very excited about his upcoming date and I was saddened by it, I was in an extremely sexual mood that afternoon, and I would have given anything to spend twenty minutes in the barn with Billy making love to his cock, but I knew he wouldn’t want to since all he was thinking about was his date.
We arrived home in time for supper, but didn’t eat much. Mother yelled at us for spoiling our appetites because we ignored the fruits of Jesus’ labors in getting the food on the table. Billy and I had a late lunch at a fast food chain. After supper, Billy took a shower and shined his shoes and spent almost an hour in front of the mirror. I didn’t talk to him much because I was depressed. Mom and dad were going to church for bible study and I would be home alone.
Billy left about six o’clock, dad let him use the pickup truck, which I thought was a pretty terrible way to squire an important date around, and my parents left shortly after that. Corky and I sat on the front porch for a long time, watching the sun sink into the fields. I felt as sexual then as I had that afternoon, and I didn’t know what to do about it. The act of giving blowjobs had been on my mind everyday, I don’t know why, but it had. I always thought of sucking cocks, dreamed of it at night, dreamed of Billy’s cock and how wonderful it felt in my mouth.
I stood up, trying to get the thoughts out of my mind, and started walking down the road. Corky stayed on the porch, sleeping. I walked toward the orange glow in the sky to the West, wishing Tommy would come over so I could practice sucking his cock. He always took a long time to cum which gave me the chance to perfect my cock sucking.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even see the car pass me. I only realized that one had when I saw it stopping ahead of me, the car belonged to Tommy’s family. When I turned my head I was greeted by the smiling face of Pastor Bruce, Tommy’s dad.
“Hey Maggie, your dad around?” he asked in a pleasant masculine voice, not the booming voice he used during his Sunday sermons.
“No, he and mom are at bible study.”
He paused a moment, looking me up and down. There was a strange feeling in the air and I sensed it. I secretly, in that minute on the road, wanted to suck his cock. Didn’t matter if he was my pastor or not.
“It’s beginning to get dark,” he said, leaning his head out of the window of the car.
“Yes,” I said, walking slowly closer to the car.
“Say, can I drive you back to your house? It’s getting dark out,” Pastor Bruce said looking up at the sky.
“Sure.”
I was nervous as hell sitting in the front seat with him smiling at me. I got out of the car and he did the same.
Corky jumped up when he heard the car door slam and immediately began barking. I told him to stop, but he didn’t, so I put him in the house.
“Just wait here on the porch, Pastor. I’ll keep him in the house,” I said, dragging Corky past the screen door.
“Fine,” he replied, sitting in one of the chairs. I went to the kitchen to get some lemonade.
I had no fears, and not too many ideas or hopes of anything happening sexually between us. I knew that even if I thought it, I wouldn’t be able to go through with it, he’s the pastor of the church.
My only sexual contact had been Billy and Tommy, Pastor Bruce’s son, and I didn’t know how to handle it with anyone else. I had thought about being alone with Tommy, sucking his cock and playing with his ass, but I knew if that dream ever became reality, I wouldn’t know how to handle myself. I was scared to experiment without the help and guidance of my brother.
I took the pitcher of lemonade from the icebox, grabbed two plastic glasses and placed them on a tray, and then arranged a few sugar cookies I had baked the day before on a plate and added that to the tray. With the poise of a little hostess in my plain yellow dress, I carried the food to the porch.
When I opened the door I couldn’t help but look at his crotch. He was sitting with his legs wide spread in front of me and I thought for a moment I saw a long bulge in his pants, just like Billy and Tommy.
Pastor Bruce stood up and I had to take my eyes off his pants or I would have dropped the entire tray into his lap. He helped me set it on the little table between the chairs, and we both sipped lemonade as we talked.
He asked me all kinds of questions about school, bible studies, did I have a boyfriend yet, I blushed at that. I don’t remember being able to ask him much of anything because he was talking so fast and questioning me so rapidly. All through the conversation I kept looking down at his crotch. Sure enough, it was very evident, a long thick bulge that showed along the leg of his pants.
I suddenly felt the desire to suck his cock. I wanted to do to him what I had become so good at, what I did to Billy every few days. But I didn’t know how to suggest it, or even to allude to it, he was the Pastor of our church.
To my surprise, the subject of our talk suddenly turned to sex and I had my opening. He asked me how I liked living on the farm. He said that he and Velma, his wife, and Tommy enjoyed it, but for a young girl, how did I handle it. I asked what he meant, but I knew full well what he meant. Pastor Bruce blushed and looked down at his lemonade.
“You know as your pastor, I have to look out for the welfare of my flock, and that means, um, that means asking if you are promiscuous.”
I didn’t know what the word meant, so I asked him.
“It means to fool around, do things that you ordinarily wouldn’t do.”
“Like what?”
“Hmm, do you seek sexual release? Do you play with yourself now that you clearly have started puberty?”
I didn’t know what to say. “Well, you know, not actually giving up my virginity, or other things.” I didn’t know what I was talking about any longer.
“So you’re a virgin?” he asked, amused.
I just nodded. “But I’ve had relations with boys. Two of them, as a matter of fact.” I wanted to sound so mature, so grown-up, so attractive, but it also felt like a confession.
“You know something, I’ve always liked you Maggie. Girls your age in the church, they’re so sweet and honest. Older women really seem dull in comparison.” He stared at me with his huge blue eyes. I melted.
“I like you too, really, I do,” I said, perhaps a little too strongly.
Pastor Bruce reached over and touched my hand with his. I trembled as my skin became prickly under my yellow dress. This was it, I told myself, I had to let go or tell him to leave. I let go.
Shaking with fear, I stood up and moved close to him. He put his arms up and I sat on his knee and immediately my face met his in a long kiss. He moved my lips open with his hard tongue and pressed it into my mouth. No one had ever done that to me in my life, not even Billy or Tommy, so it was a totally new thrill, one that I liked a lot. Then I did the same to him, pushing my tongue into his warm mouth as far as I could. His arms grasped me tightly.
He was the pastor of our church though.
I could feel his hard cock under my thigh pressing up against my flesh. He held me tight as he moved his body a bit to rub it even harder against me. I broke from his lips and jumped up, brushing my hair back from my eyes. He looked embarrassed and thought I was going to tell him to leave, I could see it in his eyes. But I didn’t do that, I wasn’t even thinking of anything like that. I wanted to do to him what I would do to Billy if we had just hugged and got excited.
I fell to my knees between his thighs and started to open his zipper. He stopped me and I looked up at him. He did it himself, like a madman, quickly pulling the zipper down, unbuckling his pants, opening them. He slid his undershorts down to his thighs and his huge cock popped out in front of my face.
It was bigger than Billy’s, so big I wondered if I could get it in my mouth. I tried immediately, smashing my head to the stiff organ, taking the purplish head in my wet lips and sliding down until the tip rested in my throat.
Pastor Bruce went wild. He began saying over and over, “Jesus Christ, I don’t believe it, Jesus Christ, I don’t believe it!”
I worked as hard and as well as I could, taking his long thick cock in fast plunges, running my tongue around the tip every time it came to my lips. I wanted to play with his balls, but his pants were tight around his thighs and covered them.
I worked expertly, driving him to near frenzy. Perhaps I shouldn’t have been so good, or so attractive, or whatever it was that drove him to the point he reached. He was like an animal, fucking my mouth now rather than allowing my lips to control the act of giving him a blowjob. He began shouting and his arms banged against the arms of the chair.
“Jesus fucking Christ! God damn girl!”
All of a sudden, he jumped up. His cock ripped from my lips and bounced above me as he pulled his pants down to his knees. His balls hung low between his legs and I immediately lifted my head to take them in my lips, they were as big as Georgia peaches.
I had been excited all day and my panties were terribly wet now the way they always got when I performed blowjob.
He looked down at me. “Maggie! Oh, Maggie! Your mouth, your lips, you little bitch! Jesus Christ!” He wasn’t screaming, but rather talking low and intense, as if some supernatural force had possessed him. It excited me that he was using nasty words, a man of the cloth using swear words and yet he wasn’t struck down by god.
I licked the head and engulfed his cock. He sucked in his breath. In no time he shot his cum down my throat. I tried my best to swallow but there was a lot of it. Some of it leaking out around my lips.
He smiled as I looked up at him. I knew then that I could suck a male other than Billy and Tommy.
He smiled down at me and I smiled up at him. “You look beautiful kneeling there,” he said. I sat back on my heels as he pulled his underwear and pants up. “This is our little secret, right?”
“Yes,” I replied as he tucked his cock in. I had all kinds of secrets now.
“I have to get home,” he said as he took his wallet out of his back pocket. Pastor Bruce took out a 20 and dropped it in front of me. “I like to pay for excellent services.” The pastor walked down the steps. He stopped and turned. “Do it again sometime?”
I smiled. “For 20 dollars I will.”
“Good girl.”
I couldn’t wait to tell Billy. I didn’t know if I should tell Tommy, but Billy would know what to do.
Two days later the three of us were in the loft. Billy laying on his back as Tommy and I kissed and sucked his cock. Billy was laying there with a smile on his face, his hands behind his head. We took turns licking his cock and balls.
“Maggie made 20 dollars the other night.” It was more of statement.
“Oh?” Tommy stopped his sucking and looked at me.
I suddenly got nervous and blushed. I left it to Billy as to whether he would tell Tommy or not. Billy and I agreed there should be no secrets between us or Tommy.
“Your dad is a hard guy to please, huh?”
“Yeah, he talks bad about gay people and how women should serve men. I see my mom cry sometimes.” Tommy was holding Billy’s cock at its base.
“Well, maybe he’s not such a hard guy,” Billy said propping himself up on his elbows.
“What do you mean?”
I stopped also. Here goes I thought.
“Last Saturday evening your dad stopped by here. Maggie was the only one at home.”
Tommy looked at me and I nodded.
“Did you know your dad likes his cock sucked?”
Tommy’s eyes got big and he pulled back.
“He gave me 20 dollars after I sucked him off.”
“No fucking way!”
I smiled. “Sure did.”
Tommy looked at Billy who smiled and nodded also.
Tommy was silent for a moment. “The bastard! That fucking bastard!”
Billy and I laughed and so did Tommy.
After that I turned to Billy more often for sexual release. I needed to suck him every time I became horny. I needed Billy’s cock in my mouth to satisfy me, to pacify me, to relieve my frustrations, and to make me happy. Tommy came over more often and Billy had as much sexual release as he could handle.
It was decided that if Billy were going to sell my mouth for cock sucking, the going price would be 20 dollars, 10 dollars each. Since the pastor was mine so to speak, Billy suggested that I charge him more than just 20 dollars, say 50 dollars to suck his balls, lick his ass and give him a blow job.
The summer drifted by and we made 140 dollars each from my cock sucking, but with Pastor Bruce, I had 300 dollars, in fifties. It was by word of mouth that my cock sucking skills got around. We had decided to keep this off social media for fear that mom or dad or somebody would stumble across it. Pastor Bruce complained about the price increase but paid it anyway. You know sitting in the pews on Sunday listening to him, he was two different people. One strict and moral and the other who liked to have his cock sucked in his church office, on a ride home in the front seat, in his living room with his wife in the kitchen, almost got caught once or twice doing that. Tommy liked to watch me suck his dad off and so where he could watch me, like his house and the church, he would.
A couple of days before the start of school, Billy and I packed a picnic lunch and walked far into the woods behind our property and spread our blanket and spent almost the entire day there together. We stripped off all our clothes and ran through the trees like carefree teens.
We found a little stream and stepped into the cold spring water, splashing around in it for a few minutes. On the other side of the creek was a soft path of green thick grass, and we jumped across the water and fell down there together.
“You know, watching you so beautifully naked today has made me realize how good you look. You have a beautiful body, a luscious mouth. Better than anyone I’ve ever seen,” he said sincerely.
“Thanks. So do you.”
He grinned. But his words stuck with me for a long time. I decided then and there that someday when I could get away from the farm, I would let my beautiful body and mouth work for me.
“Kiss me,” I said, and he did, the way he always did, right between my legs. He pressed his lips to my cunt lips and nibbled softly, flicking my hairy mound with his tongue. I gently spread my legs and let my body relax on the grass. The sun was shining in my eyes and I closed them tightly.
Billy reached over to the water and dipped his fingers in the cool stream, cupping some in his hand, and then poured the icy water over my cunt. I moaned and immediately he replaced his warm lips to my vaginal opening and made me hot again.
He started moving his tongue in and out of my cunt, sending shivers of excitement through my body. I grabbed the grass and pulled on it with my hands. His tongue was lashing against my cunt lips, flicking inside me, touching my hard little clit, causing me to feel wet and warm inside.
Then Billy lifted my legs and pushed them back so they rested directly above my face. My buttocks were spread before him and he held me in that position until I could feel the sun burning against my tight anal entrance. I grabbed my feet with my hands, so Billy could use his hands to pull my buttocks even farther apart. He touched his fingers near my anal opening and pulled to each side. The muscle parted a bit and he brought his mouth to the nub, licking it warmly with his tongue. He licked up and down, nibbled with his teeth at my fleshy buttocks, and poked at the entrance with his tongue. Finally it entered me just a bit and I felt another surge of excitement run through my body.
I dropped my legs to either side of Billy and again his tongue fitted into my cunt. This time I worked my hands near his face, pulling the lips apart for him, slowly slipping a few fingers into my opening next to his tongue. The sensation of his tongue running along my fingertips as well as my vaginal walls was a marvelous one. He began licking my hand as I played with my hot little clit. I knew I could come like that, but I wanted to do it my favorite way this last time we would be together. I wanted to masturbate myself as I gave him a blowjob.
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