Naughty Confessions - Part Four: Sex in the Church Parking Lot

marysweet (57)in #erotica • 6 years ago

Back in my younger days, I went through a bit of a goth phase. We all kind of did though, right? I was also hanging around a group of older ladies in an honest-to-goodness coven. I studied Gardnerian Wicca and read book after book about paganism in general. I had a book of shadows, I saged my apartment constantly, and got pretty deep into crystal magic & spellwork in general. Through this group of people, I met a guy - younger, a bit of a lost soul looking for a place to fit in. He felt comfortable in this space, and we started hanging out. Which of course, led to fucking.

He was quite into biting, some knife play, and into public sex. Two out of three worked with me, although I did give the knives a try … one night after a bonfire, we were driving around in his truck. I had my cloves, he had his menthols, and it was one of those pleasant spring nights in the south. We were probably ruining the ambiance in various neighborhoods by blaring Pantera as we searched for a place to devour each other.

He drove us past a church, and started laughing - “How about here?” he asked, and I totally didn’t take him seriously. He made the block, and pulled in near the front. I remember seeing all of these incredible stained glass windows … “Please don’t do this in front of the baby Jesus,” I asked him. “Let’s go find the apostles or something. It’s the grown men who need this more!” He chuckled and took us to the other side where - yup, there were at least some of the men.

He put the truck in park, pushed the bench seat back as far as it could go, and growled “Now get that sweet pussy of yours over here.” All too happy to comply, I got on all fours, slid my panties off, and backed up into his face, as he turned & leaned a bit at the waist to meet me. He liked rubbing my labia as he licked me, sliding a thumb in on occasion to elicit a squeal from me.

“My cock needs you, baby” he murmured after a few minutes (with all of his youth & vigor, he was never able to focus on my cunt for very long). I crawled forward a bit, and said “Come sit in the middle of the seat then & I’ll ride you.” He popped his cock out & shimmied his pants down past his knees. This one went commando & wore tight Wranglers - all black, super gothy-vampy, all in Wranglers. I rolled a condom onto him, hiked my skirt up to my hips and slid him in. His cock had a nice curve forward, into his belly, and it was usually guaranteed that I’d get a nice g-spot orgasm every time we fucked. He grabbed my ass and sucked on the skin near my collarbone & shoulders. I was fine with him marking me up, as long as I could easily cover it. At the time, my job included being around small children, while wearing a work-issued polo, and I didn’t want to even attempt one of those conversations. I put a free hand on the back of his neck, and rode him with shallow strokes, his hands kneading my ass, until I clenched around his cock & shuddered against his chest.

“Now let me slap my balls against that wet little cunt of yours,” he whispered into my ear. “Lean out of the window & look up into the stained glass while I fuck you.” On my knees, I rested my arms against the window opening. Like most churches, this one was surrounded by roses, and that scent mixed with my pussy was intoxicating. As he pounded into me I looked up at the windows, wondering how much public sex the apostles must have walked past on their pilgrimages. My moans mixed with him randomly slapping my ass would bounce off of the brick building and meet my ears again, creating a bit of a surround-sound experience.

I closed my eyes as he thrust deep and hard once …. twice …. and then I heard his “FUCK. YES.” in a hiss-whisper as he came and pushed for the third time.

He wrapped his hand around the base of the condom and pulled out, kissing my back and breathing hard. “Maybe you should smoking, baby” I joked with him. “Yeah, maybe,” he replied, “But it makes me look so cool.” Right on cue, I heard the lighter click, and got a whiff of his menthols.

I hope you enjoyed the story, my sweet darlings! I'll have another installment for you next Sunday - I will be recounting past, and present, steemy experiences to share with you.