Straight Female / 32
Church Lady Who Likes It Just About Any Way
My Pastor put me up to this. He is addicted to this site.
I am 32, unmarried, church secretary. I had a boyfriend in high school, he died in a dirt bike accident before we graduated. We teased around second base, but never went to third base. After he died I was supposed to remain true to his memory, be the daughter in law his parents wouldn't have, channel my loss into my church. And that's what I did.
A year ago, at a church Thanksgiving fund raiser I met a man, the new Pastor of our church. He asked me out and I went on my first date since my boyfriend's accident. We went down the road so we wouldn't be seen by people from my town. During dinner, between two bites he asked in the same steady voice 'how I liked it?'. I told him the food was good, thank you. He leaned in towards me, 'how do you like it?, missionary, doggy style, cowgirl, poop chute? '
Excuse me! "Do you like it in the dark? You look like you want to see what's going to nail you. Tell the truth, do you like your bottom licked?' I must have stared, I told him I was not someone like that and to please take me home. I did not go home, I live with my parents. He took me to his place. He put a video on the TV, girl squirming under a huge black man. 'You ever consider well hung black man?' No!
Between him and me was a coffee table, I kept it between us, little did I know that was the altar where my womanhood would come to life. His hand grabbed me by my pussy, his other arm had me gripped so I couldn't get away, 'I want pussy'. The early Christians were eaten by the lions and now it was my turn. Bent over the coffee table his penis went to work, until he was beyond his control and I got my first load of sperm.
I had no way of knowing that his semen would leak out when I stood up, or that his eyes would grip me as sure as his arms had griped me, 'I want more pussy, this time offer it up'. The coffee table hurt, so I walked to his room and stood while he undressed me, sucked on my tits, fingered my bottom, put me on the bed 'spread them'. I guess I was still hot, his penis went in like it belonged, his hands holding my face 'like it?'. Well I did so I nodded. "Good, you're good pussy'.
We sneak around, out of town or at his place thru the garage. Cowgirl? I know what that is. Doggy, I know what that is. Mouth fuck, I know what that is. Brazilian, keep it bald, I know what that is. 69, face sitting, counter sex, I know a whole lot more than I knew a year ago. And more than once, I've gotten down on my knees and grabbed onto the coffee table and taken it up the poop chute.
I am 32, unmarried, church secretary. I had a boyfriend in high school, he died in a dirt bike accident before we graduated. We teased around second base, but never went to third base. After he died I was supposed to remain true to his memory, be the daughter in law his parents wouldn't have, channel my loss into my church. And that's what I did.
A year ago, at a church Thanksgiving fund raiser I met a man, the new Pastor of our church. He asked me out and I went on my first date since my boyfriend's accident. We went down the road so we wouldn't be seen by people from my town. During dinner, between two bites he asked in the same steady voice 'how I liked it?'. I told him the food was good, thank you. He leaned in towards me, 'how do you like it?, missionary, doggy style, cowgirl, poop chute? '
Excuse me! "Do you like it in the dark? You look like you want to see what's going to nail you. Tell the truth, do you like your bottom licked?' I must have stared, I told him I was not someone like that and to please take me home. I did not go home, I live with my parents. He took me to his place. He put a video on the TV, girl squirming under a huge black man. 'You ever consider well hung black man?' No!
Between him and me was a coffee table, I kept it between us, little did I know that was the altar where my womanhood would come to life. His hand grabbed me by my pussy, his other arm had me gripped so I couldn't get away, 'I want pussy'. The early Christians were eaten by the lions and now it was my turn. Bent over the coffee table his penis went to work, until he was beyond his control and I got my first load of sperm.
I had no way of knowing that his semen would leak out when I stood up, or that his eyes would grip me as sure as his arms had griped me, 'I want more pussy, this time offer it up'. The coffee table hurt, so I walked to his room and stood while he undressed me, sucked on my tits, fingered my bottom, put me on the bed 'spread them'. I guess I was still hot, his penis went in like it belonged, his hands holding my face 'like it?'. Well I did so I nodded. "Good, you're good pussy'.
We sneak around, out of town or at his place thru the garage. Cowgirl? I know what that is. Doggy, I know what that is. Mouth fuck, I know what that is. Brazilian, keep it bald, I know what that is. 69, face sitting, counter sex, I know a whole lot more than I knew a year ago. And more than once, I've gotten down on my knees and grabbed onto the coffee table and taken it up the poop chute.
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