If you live in the Igbo-speaking part of Nigeria, you know about the pentecostal church. Most are filled with earnest, God-fearing, Christian adults trying to live their lives like Jesus would want them. However, many of them, especially the younger university and secondary school-aged members, are hypocrites through and through.
I can’t tell you how many churches have been torn apart by scandal and adultery as these pious, better-than-thou Christians are caught in uncompromising positions. This story details one of the more secret implosions of a large, well-known church.
The Olive Church sits atop a plot in the bustling Enugu city. Taking up six or seven acres of property, the building is a sprawling monstrosity made up of a main sanctuary, a secondary sanctuary, a gymnasium, three schools, two fellowship halls, two kitchens, business offices with several conference rooms and what seemed like miles and miles of uncharted hallways and stairwells.
You see, “ulo agha nke Chineke,” as it is called by many of the neighbours, grew from small beginnings to become what it is today. As the population of Enugu grew through the years, so did “ulo agha nke Chineke,” with wings and buildings added on without regard to layout or functionality.
The result is a confusing maze of corridors and doors and stairs and attached yet separate buildings. When I first joined, I got lost frequently. I used to joke that new members join and are never seen again for years.
Being an opportunist, I joined the church mainly for the networking aspect. My wife is a good, solid Christian woman who believes in the sanctity of marriage and honestly adheres to the passage in the Bible that says if you sin with the mind, you have committed adultery.
Thank God I think that’s a load of crap, or I would have been struck by lightning long ago. Until I joined the church, I had never cheated on my wife physically, but I had quite a libidinous fantasy life.
My wife is a good-looking, straight-laced woman with a great look but in bed, missionary position, no-frills kind of way. Don’t get me wrong, I like a good fuck every month or two, but a wet, sloppy blowjob from a reluctant, hesitant or coerced girl has always been my fantasy.
Wednesday night services always piss me off. I work all day, slaving away in the orifice trying to make money for my employer, only to get off work at 5-6 pm and have to run to church to listen to some loudmouth babbler on about my soul and sanctification.
Sitting in the back row, with my hand tantalisingly high on my beautiful, nubile wife’s thigh, the last thing I want to think about is JAY-sus! Out of the corner of my eye, I see a flash of blue as little Adesuwa Odia gets up and slips out the back door into the hallway. Adesuwa is nineteen, single, and extremely hot in an
“I know I’m hot, but I try to hide it by wearing frumpy clothing” shabby way. She has long, straight hair, which she usually wears up in a bun, long muscular legs under her ankle-length skirt, and nice, firm, plump perky breasts that bounce merrily as she walks.
She wears plastic-framed glasses which constantly slide down her upturned nose, forcing her to push them back up every few moments.
I notice that as she slips out the back, she makes a sidelong glance towards Jimmy Ezendu, one of our resident deacons and coach of the junior football team. After a few moments, Jimmy excuses himself from his wife and slips out the back door as well.
Keep in mind that our church has a membership of over eight thousand Christians, and a typical Wednesday night service, while being held in the smaller of the two sanctuaries, still has about two thousand attendees. People are coming and going throughout the service, but for some reason, this little exchange piques my curiosity.
I quickly slip out the same door and look both left and right. I see Jimmy moving around the corner to the right down one of the school hallways. Peering around the corner, I see him enter one of the stairwells leading upstairs to the closed-off balcony section of the sanctuary.
My spidey senses tingling, I silently follow him, pushing the door open and quietly shutting it behind me. I can hear his footsteps scraping the tile steps as he makes his way up.
At the top of the stairs is a fire door leading to the balcony seating area. Not being a total fool, Jimmy apparently has a key and has locked the door, making my entry impossible. I press my ear to the door and hear absolutely nothing, but an idea comes to mind. I head back down and fast-walk my way to the church’s main office. Being a member of the finance committee, I have knowledge of the physical plant side of maintaining a large building.
“Hi, Ngozi!” I say as I walk into the main office. Ngozi is an older, slightly plump, matronly woman known for her unsmiling demeanour and serious nature. She is, however, quite endowed with a large, ample bosom.
“Hello, how may I help you,” she replies flatly to my energetic, friendly hello.
“Um, I think I left my Bible in our Sunday School classroom, and it’s locked, could I borrow the master key real quick so I can go grab it? My wife’s kinda angry with me about it…”
“Weeell, I really shouldn’t give it out like this, but since you are on the finance committee and if it will keep you out of trouble, I guess I can make an exception.”
She reaches into her drawer and hands me a shiny, golden key. “If I’m gone when you come back, put it in the drawer here.”
I turn and practically run out of the office and wind my way back to the stairwell. At the top of the stairs, I quietly put the key in the lock and turn the handle and slip through the door, crouching down low to keep myself hidden behind the seats. Easing the door shut behind me, I slide down behind the last row of seats and listen intently for the sound of Adesuwa and Jimmy.
Sure enough, in the corner near the front of the balcony, hidden from view by the congregation below, I see Adesuwa on her knees, earnestly sucking Jimmy’s engorged cock.
His hands are grasping the back of her head, and his hips are jerking frantically, thrusting his dick balls deep into her mouth and throat. She is making a soft gagging sound, obviously trying to keep quiet while she slobbers all over his manhood.
Suddenly, Jimmy jerks once, twice, three times, and I see Adesuwa swallowing convulsively as his cock erupts in her eager mouth. He whispers something to her, and I see her thoroughly lick his balls and lap up the sides of his cock, in an effort to clean up the mess they have made. He points to his thigh, and she leans forward and slurps up a drop of cum.
“I’m sorry I spilled some, Sir. I’ll try to swallow it all next time,” I hear her whisper to him as he zips up his trousers.
He reaches out with a finger and scoops up some cum off her chin and dangles it in front of her for her to lick clean.
“Good girl, lick it spotless. I see a few drops on the floor, make sure you get them, too.”
Adesuwa leans down out of view, but I can only imagine she is licking the cum off the balcony’s dingy tile floor.
Hmmm, Jimmy obviously has some kind of control over this young, impressionable woman, or there is no way in Hell she would do these things.
“So, you’ll keep Noma out of trouble, Mister Jimmy? If she’s prosecuted again, she may have to go to prison.” A large tear leaks out of Adesuwa’s eye as she looks imploringly up at Jimmy.
“I won’t press charges, Adesuwa. Shoplifting is wrong and illegal, but I won’t let it ruin your sister’s life. As long as we have our arrangement, that is…”
I had connected the dots. Noma is Adesuwa’s rebellious little sister, who has had numerous brushes with the law. Apparently, Noma attempted to steal something from Jimmy’s sporting goods store, and Jimmy caught her red-handed.
I duck down as Jimmy and Adesuwa make their way back to the balcony door. At the door, Jimmy turns to Adesuwa, reaches around and grasps her round ass cheek and says, “Same time next week. Make sure you clean up your face before you go down. You still have cum on your chin — you look like a whore.”
Adesuwa nods obediently and wipes her chin with the back of her hand as she moves through the door behind Jimmy.
A plan begins to form in my devious, sex-starved brain. That night I conveniently forgot to return the master key to the desk, and the next day while at work, I had a copy made at a locksmith shop. I also purchase a nice digital Sony handy-cam and eagerly await the next Wednesday night service.
I tell my lovely, oblivious wife that I have to work late and that I will have to meet her at church. Arriving early, I park around the back and slip into the balcony with a camera in hand.
Setting it up on a short tripod between the rows of seats about 15 feet from the “tryst spot”, I prepare to make a little home movie of Jimmy and Adesuwa’s “arrangement”.
I throw a black blanket over the camera, allowing the lens and the back end to show. This will allow me to hide further back and, using the nifty remote control, operate the camera without being seen. On the dark balcony, with the black blanket, the camera is completely hidden while only being a mere few feet away.
The worship service begins with the worship team cranking up the crowd with a soulful rendition of a popular Mercy Chinwo song. As the choir enters the chorus, the balcony door opens, and Adesuwa slips through and works her way down to the front corner. As she reaches her spot, she obediently drops to her knees and waits, fidgeting.
I press record and keep my fingers crossed, hoping the camera has a nice clear view of the upcoming action. A few moments later, Jimmy comes through the door and slips down to where Adesuwa is kneeling. He makes a great show of slowly unzipping his trouser while Adesuwa licks her lips and stares at his crotch.
“This is the last time, Mr. Jimmy,” Adesuwa whispers. “I just can’t risk getting caught — they’ll throw me out of the congregation and give my Children’s Church teaching job to that bitch Esther.”
“I’ll let you know when we are done, Adesuwa. Right now you need to shut up and suck my cock like the nasty bitch you are.”
With that, Jimmy shoves his fat dick deep into Adesuwa’s mouth, grabbing her by the hairbun and pulling her face down forcefully onto his prick.
“Perfect, lick it good…that’s right, lick my balls too. Get them nice and wet.”
The worship team had switched to a more sedate song, and the congregation was now singing along with religious abandon to “Just a Closer Walk with Thee…”
Jimmy has one hand under Adesuwa’s chin and the other at the back of her head, and he is wetly fucking her face. With every deep thrust of his pelvis, he pulls her face onto his meat, and I can see her tongue snake out and lick his balls. Adesuwa has apparently learned how to deep throat his rather diminutive cock, and quite well.
Jimmy arches his back, throws back his head and, through gritted teeth, says, “I’m gonna cum! Swallow it all this time, don’t spill a fucking drop!”
His ass muscles clench, and I can hear Adesuwa gagging from where I hid, but she slurps and swallows and continues to deep-throat his cock right through his orgasm.
Finally, he lets her slide her mouth off his half-mast cock, and he inspects it carefully.
“Hmmm, very good Adesuwa. Not one drop of cum spilled. Very good indeed. Lick my balls again, get them nice and wet. That’s right, lick them clean.
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