My name is Adaku. I am 20 years old, a slim girl from Enugu, Nigeria. I have a small body, small breasts, narrow waist, and long legs. People always say I look innocent, like a church girl who does not know bad things. But that night at the night vigil changed everything. I still cannot believe what happened between me and my friend Emeka and his friend Chukwudi inside the church toilet while the service was going on..

It was a night vigil at our church. The program was called “Power Must Change Hands.” People came from different areas. The church was packed. There were loud prayers, singing, clapping, and shouting. The pastor was preaching about breaking every chain. I went with two close friends, Emeka and Chukwudi. Emeka is my close friend, while Chukwudi is Emeka’s friend, but I know him as well.

That night I wore a simple long gown with a jacket to cover my body. Underneath, I had on small panties. The service started at 9 PM and was supposed to go till 5 AM. We sat together at the back. During worship, Emeka sat on my left with Chukwudi. The music was loud. Everyone was dancing and raising hands. I felt the spirit moving, but something else was also moving inside me.

Emeka placed his hand on my thigh under my gown. I looked at him but did not remove it. Chukwudi noticed and smiled. He whispered. I felt shy, but my body was responding. My nipples were hard, and I felt warm.

As the service continued, the temptation grew. The pastor shouted, “Fire!” and people were falling under the anointing. But Emeka was touching me secretly. Emeka tough my body higher and higher. He held my hand and pressed it against his trousers. I felt his hardness. My heart was beating fast. I knew it was wrong in the house of God, but the excitement was too much.

Around 11:30 PM, I whispered that I needed to use the toilet. The church toilet was outside the main hall, a bit far and not well lighted. Emeka said he would follow me to protect me. Chukwudi said he was coming too. My legs were shaking as we left the hall. The loud prayers covered our footsteps.

The toilet area was empty. Most people were inside church. We entered the female toilet section. It was a small room with two stalls. Emeka locked the main door quickly.

Emeka stood behind me and squeezed my small breasts through my gown. I was breathing fast. I knew we could be caught any time, but that fear made me wetter.

They removed my jacket. Chukwudi pulled my gown up to my waist. Emeka pulled my panties down. I was naked from the waist down. The cold air touched my shaved pussy. I was already dripping.

Emeka knelt down and started licking me. His tongue was fast on my clit. I held his head and moaned softly. Chukwudi sucked my breasts and pinched my nipples. The pleasure was too much. I came quickly, my legs shaking.

Then they took turns fucking me.

First, Emeka made me bend over the toilet sink. I held the edge tightly. He entered me from behind in one push. I felt so full. He fucked me hard and fast. The sound of his hips slapping my ass echoed in the toilet. I tried not to moan loudly, but small sounds kept coming out.

Chukwudi was stroking his own dick while watching. After some minutes, Emeka pulled out, and Chukwudi entered me. His dick was slightly longer but thinner. He fucked me up. He held my waist and pounded me. I was moaning into my arm so the sound would not go outside.

We did it for almost 30 minutes. I quickly cleaned myself with tissue, but I could still feel it inside me.

We returned to the service one by one so no one would suspect my legs were weak The pastor was still preaching. Nobody noticed anything.

After the vigil ended in the morning, we went home separately. I could barely walk properly. My pussy was swollen and leaking. When I reached home, I showered and slept. But I kept thinking about what happened. The guilt came strongly. How could I do such a thing in the house of God during a night vigil? But the pleasure was real. My two friends fucked me so well.

I had been doing it before that night only with Emeka, but that night with Chukwudi is different; it remains the craziest, and we keep doing it at hotels.

Life in Enugu can be boring sometimes. Night vigils are meant for prayers, but that night my body received a different kind of fire. I still go to church. I remember how two friends fucked me hard while the whole church was praying.