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🍆⛪💦 SheMale Sunday Service: Ep. 10 – The Third Chair
The bathroom door flew open on PRE-CUM and a fat wet COCK still dripping off Steve’s ASS.
The quiet one was folded over the sink. Shirt stuck to his back. Legs doing that full-body shake churches call the Spirit when it is just a PROSTATE meeting management.
Charleigh had one hand on the paper towels like it was a pulpit.
“Shut it. Eggs are getting cold.”
The staring man did not shut it. He stared at the COCK in her fist and made the noise a deacon makes when the plate comes back light.
“Steve said he needed air—”
“Steve needed a COCK in his ASSHOLE,” Charleigh said. “You needed a better lie. Knees. Tongue out. Third chair.”
He dropped so fast the belt buckle cracked tile.
The First Disciple stood in the doorway with two coffees and the wedding ring still on. He put one shoe against the door and sipped. Did not rescue anybody. Recruitment has a dress code now.
She fed the head into the staring man’s MOUTH.
“Breathe. People keep calling me Miss, Ma’am, Mistress, Charlie Horse, Charlie Horse COCK, Antichrist, my Lord, my Savior. Pick one. Just don’t call it a phase.”
He GAGGED. Spit ran down her BALLS. She did not slow down.
“Jesus said, Know what is in front of your face, and what is hidden from you will be revealed. That’s Thomas 5. Your face is full of COCK. The hidden part is two inches in and to the front. We’re going there.”
She pulled out, spun him, shoved him over the same sink, and pressed that slick head to his ASSHOLE.
He clenched like he was tithing.
“Stop. There are more nerve endings in the ring of that ASSHOLE than your marriage has used in twelve years. Whole switchboard right at the door. Inside, through the front wall, is the PROSTATE. Walnut. Packed. Your wife’s PUSSY was never aimed at it. That’s why Steve came so hard his spine filed a complaint. Not because you’re gay. Because you finally hit the gland that was sitting there like an unread psalm.”
She pushed in.
He yelled into the porcelain. Back seized. Toes scraped tile. Full-body contortion. The First Disciple winced like a man remembering his own first time and then drank his coffee anyway.
Charleigh kept the stroke long.
“King James already said it. You highlighted the wrong chapter. Those members of the body which we think to be less honourable, upon these we bestow more abundant honour; and our uncomely parts have more abundant comeliness. First Corinthians 12. Your uncomely part just came online. That’s a better orgasm than lights-off-baby-monitor sex. Different wiring. Same temple. You were using the visitor’s entrance.”
He came untouched, striping the mirror, jackknifed, a sound that was not prayer and was not not prayer.
She followed. Pumped CUM deep. Held him up so he didn’t slide into the trash can.
When she pulled out, a thick rope of CUM hung off her COCK and snapped against his thigh.
“Book of the Law. For I am divided for love’s sake, for the chance of union. You spent twenty years divided from a gland in your own ASS. Union took four minutes and a paper towel.”
He tried to stand. Knees filed for exemption.
Pastor shoes in the hallway. Stopped. Did not come in.
Charleigh wiped the COCK on his belt and fixed the dress.
“Luke 17. The kingdom of God is within you. Also under you. Also currently leaking down your LEG. Different kingdom than the one on the steeple. That one’s a building fund.”
Three disciples now.
The eggs were cold.
93
93/93
666
Tune in next week. Pastor Dale says the word counseling like it still works.