The Freeuse Church 1 by HailCuntMary

Writer: HailCuntMary

Subject: The Freeuse Church 1

Link: ReligiousFetish.com / 25.07.2024

Author’s Notes: Hey everyone. Tried writing a story. I’m open to suggestions and feedback! Still not a great writer, I just started recently.

XP Notes: Not bad at all — made a very updates to this version — but nothing major. Keep up the writing and we look forward to receiving “The Freeuse Church 2” in the not-so-distant future.

The Freeuse Church 1

Esther and Ryan were best of friends for about eight years. They met when they were auditioning for the kid’s church choir. Esther was a very holy and dedicated Christian who never missed church service. She had a big love for her Lord. Ryan on the other hand struggled to keep his life straight.

Esther was brown-skinned, 5’4”, with long dark hair. She was thin, had little breasts, and a cute butt. Though her tits were small, her nipples were dark and large. She had a big puffy bush on her crotch. Being a holy person, above her pussy was a tattoo of a cross; she had a cross tattoo on each butt cheek as well. She had two more crucifixes — one hanging out from her pussy, and another one hanging from her butt hole. She usually wore short dresses or skirts with no panties underneath, so that the crucifixes could be seen always swaying around whenever she walked.

Once, Esther was sitting in the church cafeteria alone. She was reading some theological articles on her phone as she ate breakfast. She wore a pink turtlenecked top, that was sleeveless, tight, and netted; she didn’t wear a bra underneath. Since the top was netted, her nipples could be seen poking out of the top through the holes of the net. Her bottom wear was a black pencil skirt that reached five inches above her knee, and high heels. And of course, no panties. She sat cross-legged, so one crucifix could be seen right under her lifted thigh and the other crucifix hung from her butt hole.

Ryan, the twenty-one-year-old, 5’6” guy, wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans, came and sat in front of her. Esther, seeing her friend, gave him a friendly smile.

Ryan returned the smile and said, “Good morning, dumbass.”

“You’re the dumbass,” she replied.

“Listen,” Ryan said, coming closer, “I need to tell you something.”

“What?” Esther asked.

“I kinda feel … um …”

“Feel what? Tell me!” Esther demanded.

“I’ve been feeling … gay.”

Esther laughed loudly.

“Gay? What do you mean gay?”

“Well, I’ve been looking at boys. And thinking about boys.”

“Really? But … that doesn’t mean you’re gay.”

“No, listen,” Ryan said, putting his hand over hers, “I’ve been wanting to touch and … Leave that. The point is, I’m feeling gay sometimes, and I hate it. What do I do?”

“Hmmm …” Esther said, putting her phone on the table.

She started to pinch her own nipples. She usually did this when she was deep in thought about something.

“Well?” Ryan asked, getting a bit flustered, “I can see you’re using your nipple technique.”

“Well, it’s simple,” Esther said, stopping her action and putting her hands on the table, “You’re not gay.”

“What do you mean? You know I can’t stop thinking about —”

“Hold my hands,” Esther commanded, and he held her hands, “Now close your eyes.”

“Why? What are you going to do?”

“Just close your eyes and trust me,” Esther said, “And keep holding my hands.”

Ryan closed his eyes, and then immediately felt her pulling his arm towards her. Esther brought his hands to her chest and placed them on her boobs. He didn’t realize what he was touching at first but just started squeezing whatever he could feel. Then his hands explored the netted top and he realized it was Esther’s tits.

“Esther!” Ryan said, opening his eyes and trying to take his hands off.

But she wouldn’t let him.

“Shhh,” Esther said, “Keep touching. Touch my nipples.”

“Esther, you’re my best friend.”

“I know,” she said, “But look at this. You didn’t even know you were touching a boob, right? But you started to play with it as soon as you did. If you were gay, you would’ve run away by now. But you’re not, and you’re still playing with them.”

Ryan then noticed that he was indeed playing with her breasts. He was squeezing them gently and feeling her hard nipples through the netting.

“But ,,, But .,.” he said.

“See?” Esther said, taking his hands off her boobs, “You’re not gay. Just try not to think about boys too much.”

“I’ll … I’ll try …” Ryan said, still shocked.

“Look. If you ever feel gay, don’t hesitate to come to me and just use me.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Say that tomorrow sometime, you’re thinking about guys again. Just call me, and I’ll tell you where I am. No matter where I am and what time it is — whether I’m with my friends or family or just by myself — just touch or play with my body. You’ll feel straight in no time.”

“Esther!” Ryan said, shocked, “What are you saying? You’re my best friend!”

“And I want you to be a normal boy,” she said, getting up, “Come on, the service is about to start. You’re sitting next to me.”

Ryan was surprised that after what happened, Esther went on as usual, like nothing had happened. She got up, put her plate in the bin, and washed her hands. The crucifixes from her crotch and butt hole could be seen swinging about as she walked to the sink and came back.

“Are you coming or? Service starts in a minute,” she said, putting her left hand on her hip and stretching out her right hand to him.

“Uh, yeah,” he said, grabbing her hand.

“Okay let’s start right away,” Esther said as they walked to the church, holding hands, “Instead of looking around, stare at my butt as you walk behind me.”

“Esther, I —”

“Shut up and stare at my butt. That’ll make you feel better.”

“Are you serious?”

“Ryan!” Esther halted and turned around, not leaving his hand, “Do you wanna feel gay?”

“Uh, no. Of course not,” he replied.

“Then look at my butt,” she said, turning back and walking ahead.

He did what she told him. As they walked, Ryan’s eyes were glued on Esther’s butt and the cross that hung from it, swinging from side to side as she walked. His cock hardened immediately. Esther turned around for a moment and looked at the small tent in his pants. She smiled at him and halted again.

“Hey! You’re hard! That’s good,” she said, “You know, maybe you’ll feel more comfortable if you can play around with it?”

“Play around? How?” Ryan asked, getting more and more curious.

“I don’t know … You can slap it if you want. Or just squeeze it. You can do whatever you want dude,” she said.

“Are you serious? In church?”

“You sound so gay right now,” she laughed.

“You …” he said, getting flustered.

“Ryan. Just do it,” Esther said, turning around and started walking again.

Ryan looked around. There were a lot of people there, but nobody noticed him. They were all busy talking or laughing or doing their own thing. He took a deep breath and did it. He slapped her butt, making a loud noise. He was shocked. Esther on the other hand was oblivious, not even turning around. Ryan slapped her butt again. Esther looked back, her face still expressionless.

She continued walking. Ryan slapped her again, and again. Soon, he was spanking her butt hard, with each step she took. She never looked back, just continued walking. Ryan was enjoying it. He didn’t care that a lot of people were watching him, and they were already near the church hall. He slapped her hard, and Esther’s crucifix swung violently from her butt.

Once they reached the church hall, Esther turned back and smiled at Ryan. Ryan, still hard, felt a bit ashamed and embarrassed, and was blushing.

“That was fun,” Esther said, “Right?”

“Yeah … it was,” Ryan said, and she held his hand and took him to some vacant seats.

“Okay, now stop slapping my ass and sit next to me,” Esther said.

Esther sat down next to the aisle, and Ryan sat on her right. She was still holding his hand during the sermon. Ryan didn’t say anything, nor did he try to move his hand away. He just looked at her, but she was busy listening to the minister. He was still feeling hard, so he tried to hide it by placing his hands on his crotch, which Esther noticed.

“Oh, Ryan,” Esther whispered.

“What?” he whispered.

“Do you want me to help you with your boner?”

“Huh? How?”

“Come on, Ryan,” she whispered, taking her hand off of his and placing it on his crotch, “Why are you so dumb?”

“Esther, you’re my best friend,” Ryan whispered, looking around to see if anyone was watching.

“So? Why does that matter?” Esther asked, starting to massage his cock through his jeans.

Soon, they took hold of the zipper and pulled it down.

“Esther!” Ryan whispered, “We can’t do this.”

“Oh, we can,” Esther replied, taking out his hard cock.

It was extremely hard — seven-inches of throbbing cock — Esther looked at his dick, amazed at how long and hard it was.

“Wow, Ryan,” she whispered, “Your dick is huge.”

“Shut up, Esther,” he said, embarrassed.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of this,” she said.

Esther placed her palm over his tip and started stroking him softly.

“Fuck …” Ryan whispered, as he watched his friend masturbate him.

“Hey, no swearing. That’s a sin,” Esther whispered, “Anyway, does it feel good?”

“Uh-huh,” Ryan replied, starting to get lost in the sensation.

“Good,” she said, and she stroked him harder.

But she was still very focused on the sermon. She didn’t stop listening, and neither did she look at his dick.

“Esther… fuck,” Ryan whispered, as he watched his friend jerk him off.

He wanted to tell her to slow down but didn’t say anything.

“Shush! No swearing. And stop talking!” Esther whispered, “Just tell me when you’re about to cum.”

“Anytime now,” Ryan said, shivering.

“WHAT?” Esther whispered loudly, “Ugh, why can’t you tell me sooner?”

Esther then bent down towards his dick and put her mouth over his head. Ryan watched his friend sucking his dick for the first time, and he felt extremely guilty. His guilt soon turned into pleasure as he felt her soft lips on his sensitive tip. The slurping sounds she made were enough to drive him crazy. She sucked him fast and hard, making sure she was careful enough not to make any sound. She was still listening to the minister, though not as intently as before.

“I’m… I’m…” Ryan said, trying to warn her.

But Esther was prepared. She knew he would cum, so she pushed his dick in further and swallowed his semen. Her mouth filled up with his cum, but she didn’t choke or spit any out. She simply gulped as quickly as possible and sat back up.

“Thanks, man,” Esther whispered, wiping the corner of her mouth, “I forgot to have a drink after breakfast”

“Fuck …” Ryan whispered, panting.

“Shut up. Stop swearing. Now listen to the sermon,” she said.

Ryan tried to focus on the sermon, though his mind was preoccupied with what just happened. Esther still stroked and caressed his flaccid dick as they listened to the rest of the service.

The sermon was halfway through about twenty minutes later, and Esther was still massaging his dick. Ryan was fully flaccid, but he was feeling horny again.

“You good?” Esther whispered.

“Uh-huh,” Ryan replied.

“Good,” Esther said and took his hand and put it under her skirt, between her legs.

“Esther …”

“Just feel around,” Esther commanded.

“But- but-”

“Listen,” Esther whispered, “This is all a part of you feeling straight, okay? It’s okay to do this.”

“But isn’t this a sin?”

“Ryan, I consider myself very religious,” she whispered, “Being gay is a sin. And I’m trying to help my best friend get straight.”

“I guess …”

“And I have two crucifixes stuffed in my holes. Don’t you think I would know what’s sin and what’s not?”

“Yeah … I guess you’re right.”

“Okay. So don’t hesitate, okay?” Esther said and returned her attention to the minister.

She pushed Ryan’s hand further up her thighs, and Ryan felt the crucifix that was dangling out from her pussy. He looked down and saw the crucifix as Esther made him rub her labia. The cross was wet with her juices, and Ryan had to trust her, so he rubbed her cunt.

Esther spread her legs wider so that Ryan had better access to her cunt. She then pushed his middle finger inside her, and he felt the cross.

“Take my tits out,” she whispered.

“Esther …”

“Take my tits out!” she whispered louder.

“But how? You’re wearing a turtleneck.”

“With no sleeves. So just pull each sleeve to my cleavage and then pull my breasts out one by one.”

“Esther, you’re my best friend, and —”

“Shut up and do it,” Esther said, “Why do you keep saying that? It’s getting annoying.”

“Fine,” Ryan said and pulled the sleeves of her turtleneck and pulled her breasts out.

“Now start squeezing and playing with my tits,” she commanded, “I’m here to help you, Ryan. You’re my best friend, and I’m gonna help you feel straight.”

Ryan did as she said. He played with her nipples, pinching them. It was a weird sensation. He never thought he would ever play with his best friend’s boobs, let alone in a church. So there they were. Ryan’s one hand on Esther’s breast, his fingers pinching and pulling her nipple, and the other hand rubbing her wet pussy, and her pussy juice was coating the cross.

The sermon ended about twenty minutes later, and it was time for the closing hymn. All the people stood up, including Esther and Ryan, and started to sing. It was a custom for everyone to look at the hanging cross on the altar and sing the song.

“Get your head between my thighs,” Esther said to Ryan as she spread her legs apart and stood.

“Huh? Why?” Ryan whispered.

“Just do it,” Esther commanded, and lifted her skirt, exposing her bushy cunt.

“But we need to look at the cross,” Ryan said, pointing at the altar.

“I have a tattoo of a cross right above my pussy. Just look at that and sing,” Esther said, lifting her right leg and resting it on the seat.

Ryan knelt and got his head between her thighs, and he stared at the crucifix hanging from her crotch. He then saw Esther’s tattoo right above her puffy bush.

“Good boy,” she whispered and brought her pussy closer to his face.

“Sing,” Esther said, and so Ryan did.

He started singing along, looking at her tattoo and the swinging crucifix. Esther then suddenly moved her crotch right on his mouth, her puffy labia smothering his lips. She pushed her hips against him, grinding her cunt on his mouth.

“Mmmph!” Ryan grunted. as Esther continued to grind on him.

Ryan had no choice but to suck her pussy lips.

“Keep singing and suck my clit!” she whispered and continued to sing.

Ryan continued singing and licking her clit. Her juices were starting to coat his lips, and the crucifix kept dangling, hitting him on his chin. He was confused and unsure whether what he was doing was right, but he kept licking her anyway. Esther then noticed that the crucifix was hitting him.

“Oh! I’m so sorry,” Esther apologized and lifted her pussy a little.

As Ryan’s mouth was still open, she re-positioned herself, with the crucifix right above his mouth. Now as she brought her hips lower and mounted her pussy on his lips, the crucifix went inside his mouth.

“Sorry about that,” Esther said, “It shouldn’t hit you now.”

Ryan continued to eat his best friend out, while he sang with the crowd. Esther then started to thrust her hips against his face. Though she was quickening her pace, she sang with all her heart, closing her eyes and lifting her hands in worship.

Ryan, still unsure of what to do, just kept sucking her pussy, feeling the crucifix that hung from her. Esther, now completely lost in worship, fucked his face without caring about anyone else. She did have a big love for the Lord.

Soon, the hymn had come to a stop, and it was the closing prayer. Everyone joined their hands and shut their eyes. Esther, her eyes still closed, continued humping Ryan’s face; her hips moving back and forth, her cunt squelching loudly.

“O God, bless us all, amen,” the minister prayed, and everyone said, ‘Amen,’ together.

“Amen,” Ryan said, his voice muffled by her pussy.

“Amen,” Esther said, pushing her pussy hard against his mouth, grinding harder.

As the people started to leave, she stayed there standing, with her right leg still on the seat as Ryan ate her out. Her hands tightly gripped the backrest of the seat in front of her as she kept moving her hips.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god … Holy Mary …” Esther whispered, getting more and more turned on.

She started thrusting her hips faster, rubbing her pussy on Ryan’s lips.

“Sweet Mary … Mother of god —” Esther finally moaned out loud, her whole body shaking.

“Oh yes! YES! OH LORD!” Esther screamed, her orgasm hitting her hard.

Her body quivered, and she gripped the backrest harder, and her eyes rolled back. She started to squirt like crazy, gushing into Ryan’s mouth. Ryan, not being able to hold anymore of her juices, spilled a lot of it on his clothes. He drank as much as he could, gulping loudly, but finally coughing as he couldn’t hold anymore.

“Fuck!” Esther shouted, and Ryan was shocked.

He had never heard her swear before.

“I-I’m … so sorry …” Esther apologized, looking at Ryan, who had his face covered in her pussy juices, “I didn’t mean to … swear …” she said, still shivering.

“Don’t worry about it,” Ryan said, standing up and wiping his mouth.

He was completely drenched.

“Here,” Esther said, grabbing a packet of sanitary pads from her bag, “Clean yourself.”

“Are you serious? You just came on my face and now you want me to wipe it with a pad?”

“Why? What’s wrong with that?” Esther replied, her pussy still dripping.

“Nothing,” Ryan said, grabbing the pad and starting to wipe his face with it, “Thanks.”

“No problem,” Esther said, getting out from between the seats and onto the aisle.

Her tits were still exposed out of her turtleneck sleeves, and her skirt was still folded up. But she didn’t seem to care.

“Let’s go,” Esther said, turning around and started walking away, her crucifix swinging and swaying about.

Ryan watched her walk away, and couldn’t help but admire her tight ass. He then saw something on the floor.

“Wait!” he said, and Esther stopped and turned back.

“What?”

“You … uh … You dropped something,” Ryan said, picking up the crucifix from the floor. It was the one that was hanging out of her pussy, and was dripping with her juices, “I think it fell out when you squirted.”

“Oh my! Thanks so much!” Esther said and hugged him.

Ryan felt her boobs push against his chest.

“No problem,” Ryan said, smiling.

“Um, when a girl hugs you, you’re supposed to grab her butt. Like a natural reaction.”

“Oh! Sorry, I-I forgot,” Ryan said, putting his hands on her ass and squeezing.

“Anyway, come on,” Esther said, pulling out of the hug. She spread her legs apart and started to push the crucifix into her pussy, “Uh, could you help for a sec?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, sure,” Ryan said, kneeling in front of her crotch, “Like this?” he asked, pushing the chain of the crucifix inside her cunt.

“Mmhmm. And you have to push it deep, otherwise, it’ll just fall out.”

“Got it,” Ryan said, pushing the chain deep inside her.

She was already wet from her previous orgasm, and so the crucifix slid easily inside her.

“Oh, thanks,” Esther said, leaving the skirt as it was, exposing her pussy and her butt.

“No problem,” Ryan said, getting up.

Then, he saw a random man in the corner with a huge boner that he was trying to hide after seeing Esther’s body. Ryan started to get hard looking at his tent.

“What are you looking at?” Esther asked, turning around.

“Nothing,” Ryan said, still looking.

Esther traced his sight and saw the man. She looked back at Ryan in anger.

“Hey!” she said, snapping her fingers in front of his face, “What did I tell you to do when you feel gay?”

“Wh-uh, touch your boobs.”

“Right. So what are you waiting for?” she asked, with her hands on her hips.

Her tits were still out.

“Huh? No, Esther. We can’t do this,” Ryan said.

“Yes we can,” she replied, grabbing his hand and bringing it to her tits.

She made him grab her breasts even though he tried to pull away.

“Esther, we’re in church,” Ryan said, trying to get his hands off her breasts.

“Oh? But looking at a guy’s boner is fine?” Esther asked, still not letting go of his hands.

She pressed them onto her boobs.

“Look at how Satan is trying to take over your mind. I’m helping you fight it.”

“But—”

“Shut up and keep feeling my tits,” she commanded.

Ryan sighed. He gave up and kept playing with her boobs, but his eyes were glued on the man’s boner. Esther looked back at the man and then realized that he was hard because he stared at her exposed body.

“Hey! Pervert!” Esther shouted, “Can’t you look at her crosses hanging out from the same holes that you’re staring at? Don’t you have any respect?”

The man immediately looked away and ran.

“And you!” she said, turning to Ryan.

“Me?”

“How can you call yourself a Christian and stare at a guy’s dick? Do you want to go to hell?”

“Uh … sorry?”

“Ugh! Just keep playing with my boobs,” she said.

“All right,” Ryan said, and he kept playing with her tits.

“Suck on my nipples.”

“What? But we’re standing in the aisle of the church!”

“So?” Esther asked, “There are many other ways for people to pass. What’s more important? For people to find a place to sit or to save your soul from going to hell?”

“Um … I guess to save my soul.”

“That’s right. So suck on my nipples,” she commanded.

Ryan sighed and bent over. He then took her left nipple into his mouth and started to suck on it as he played with her right nipple.

“Hmm, good boy,” Esther said, as she saw people pass by.

No one bothered looking at them, and they kept talking to each other as if nothing was happening.

“Esther!” a voice called out, and she turned sideways to see her best friend, Jessica.

“Jessica!” Esther replied in joy.

Jessica was a six-foot peach-skinned girl, with reddish-brown hair. Her boobs were huge, and she usually wore clothes that didn’t hide them. This Sunday was no exception. She wore a pink tank top, and no bra, with ‘St. Mary’ printed in big black letters on the chest. Her nipples poked out, clearly visible. She wore a knee-length white skirt and no panties. Her huge, phat ass cheeks jiggled with each step she took, making the skirt fly up and down. She also wore a cross pendant that hung between her boobs and into her cleavage.

“What’s up?” Esther said as Ryan continued sucking her nipples.

“What are you doing? Why is your nipple in Ryan’s mouth?” Jessica asked, looking at them with her hands on her hips.

“Well, Ryan is feeling a little gay, so I’m trying to get him straight,” Esther replied.

“Oh, I see,” Jessica said, looking at Ryan, who was busy sucking on her nipples, “Hi Ryan!”

“Hello,” he mumbled, his lips wrapped around Esther’s nipple.

“Did you guys attend the mass already?” Jessica asked.

“Yeah. It was great!” Esther said, bringing her hand between Jessica’s thighs and feeling her labia, “The priest spoke about how to live a life of purity.”

“That’s great! I wish I could’ve been there,” Jessica said.

“Why didn’t you come?” Esther asked, stroking her pussy.

“My boyfriend was here and we were having sex in the confessional box. That’s why I didn’t come,” she replied.

“Oh, you dumbass. Sex is important, but god is more important,” Esther said, quickening her pace.

“Yeah, I know. But it was his first time coming to church. I had to show him how holy this place is.”

“Yeah, well, whatever,” Esther said, and suddenly stuck two fingers inside her friend’s pussy, “Hey, could you spread a little?”

“Huh? Oh, okay,” Jessica replied, spreading her legs apart.

She lifted her right leg and rested it on the seat of a chair that was close by.

“Ryan, why are you still playing with her nipples? You should play with her clit too,” Jessica said, as Esther started to finger Jessica faster.

“Uh, I don’t know if I can do that,” Ryan said, and Esther slapped him on his head.

“Do what Jessica said, dumbass,” she said.

“Uh, okay,” Ryan said, bringing his hand down to her crotch.

He slid his middle finger inside her and found the crucifix.

“How’s his dick?” Jessica asked, oblivious to her pussy being pleasured, “I’m sure you’ve sucked him off already, right?”

“Yeah. He had a boner during the mass, so I had to help him.”

“Oh, no. I would’ve helped you, but I was too busy,” Jessica said, and she moaned a little, “But did you suck him off while singing?”

“Nah, I needed to sing. But he sucked my pussy and made me cum while I worshiped.”

“Let me guess. He looked at your tattoo instead of the altar cross so that he can still look at a cross and sing.”

“Bingo!” Esther said, smiling and rubbing Jessica’s cunt.

“I don’t know dude. I still feel tattoos are wrong.”

“Oh, come on! It’s a cross, and I worship god every day. And there are crucifixes in my pussy and ass. You think I don’t treat the cross as sacred?”

“I mean, that’s true. But still … Ta-tattoos … is… a si-sin …” Jessica stuttered, moaning and shaking as her orgasm was almost reaching.

Her knees almost buckled, but she managed to stay up as Esther rapidly rubbed her clit.

“Could you excuse me for a moment?”

“Sure, but why-”

Before Esther could finish, Jessica moaned very loudly and gushed. Her orgasm hit her hard, and she squirted all over Esther and Ryan and also spilled on the floor. Jessica was famous for huge orgasms, and she always squirted like crazy. Esther, Ryan, and everyone else didn’t have any reaction at all. Jessica on the other hand, moaned her lungs out, squirting fountains as Esther still rubbed her clit.

“Okay guys, I’ll go attend mass now,” Jessica said normally, but her legs trembling.

Esther took her drenched arm off, and Jessica stood properly and started walking away. Her skirt was soaked, and her legs were wobbling, but she still looked fine.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE