(X-rated) April 9, 2023:
A thru-hiker named Shadow brought up the idea of going to church for Easter service. I was absolutely stoked since I hadn’t been to church in a few months. Pringles lent me one of her dresses along with a cute pair of black slippers. We invited several people to join, but it was only us three who felt inspired.
As we were driving out of Boots Off, I looked at all the hikers and yelled, “All these people are going to HELL!”
The service started with what seemed like a very soft-spoken pastor, however about halfway into the sermon, he turned into a dictator. His voice grew loud and his face turned red as he yelled, or maybe in his eyes, “preached” the Word of God.
He slammed his fists onto the podium, barely able to catch his own breath as he shouted, “HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH!”
I had never seen someone so passionate and loud in a church setting. I looked around to see if anyone else found it to be off-putting, but everyone seemed unfazed, as though they were attending their normal Sunday service. People simply nodded their heads in agreement to his speech, whereas I could barely understand anything he was saying due to his heavy accent. I was on the verge of laughter the whole time.
Pringles and I looked over at each other like, What the fuck did we just walk in to?
She started counting how many times he yelled “AMEN” in between his sentences. She lost track around number 74. When the service ended, we thanked the Pastor for such a unique experience. He happily welcomed us to come back every week. Best church experience so far.
Freshly cleansed from our sins, we drove to the gas station to buy some things. There, we noticed a Greek God of a man filling up his gas tank and all three of us went stupid. His tool belt wrapped around his waist while his jeans neatly outlined his bulge. His muscles protruded out of his shirt, he had airbrushed bronze skin and perfectly cut masculine features. You would think he was posing for an x-rated calendar. We all experienced a heat wave in our bodies and shouted “OW-OWWW” out of our windows like a bunch of teenage girls. We calmed down when we realized we were only five minutes out of church and were already trying to bang the gas station guy.
When we made it back to Boots Off, I went in my room to take a nap.
Voodoo came in shortly after and said, “Baby, wake up,” nudging me, “otherwise I’m gonna take advantage of you.”
Immediately, I felt my cunt waking up for him. But as soon as he laid down, he grew tired and fell asleep. I released slight moans to the thought of him taking advantage of me. I began touching his cock as he was sleeping… feeling him grow hard in my hand.
Half asleep, he murmured, “Baby, I’m trying to nap.”
But I was so hot for him, I just couldn’t help but continue touching him. I began rubbing my clit as I watched him sleep. He could feel my movements and with his eyes still closed, took over with his own hand.
He knew I couldn’t fall back asleep unless I came, so he flipped me over onto my stomach and fucked me hard until he came all over my ass. I wished I could feel him cum on me 24/7–his seed melting into my skin felt absolutely intoxicating. I flipped back over to him as he was out of breath.
I kissed his neck and whispered, “Baby, I wanna go again.”
“Baby, what’s going on? You seriously need to chill,” he groaned.
I had been soaking wet for him… feeling unsatiated. Cinnamon the cat came in and cuddled up next to him. Voodoo began fingering me while he was petting the cat with his other hand.
I grew frustrated and said, “Can you focus on me and not the cat right now.”
Cinnamon laid down on his abdomen.
He kept trying to make me pet her and I snapped, “I really just want you to finger me right now.”
He goes, “Baby, this is our fifth time today,” he gently placed his hand around my waist, “you’re the first person I met who could keep up with me sexually.”
There was nothing I could think about other than the way he felt inside of me.
“I need you,” I moaned.
I spread my legs open. I fingered my clit as he laid down in front of my pussy and watched. Then, he grabbed the ropes and tied each calf to the back of my thigh—tight. Slowly, he started slipping one finger into my pussy and my head began to tilt back. He grabbed me by the hair, gesturing for me to lock eyes with him—I knew better than to look away.
He continued to slip in the whole length of his finger. His head tilted nonchalantly as he watched the way I squirmed. My legs shaking… vibrating from the slightest of his touch. He watched me with a straight face, as though unvexed by the way he tortured me with orgasmic pleasure.
I pushed his hand off and said, “I don’t wanna cum just yet.”
He says, “Tell me when you want my co—“
“Now,” I interrupted.
He grabbed the rope and tied my wrists to keep me in place. Then, he slipped his cock in and slapped my face to a striking pain.
He asked, “What do you say?”
“Thank you, baby,” I said hesitatingly.
He addressed, “Remember that next time, otherwise I’ll stop giving you my cock,” he throbbed inside of me, “now fucking look at me and don’t make me tell you again.”
He made minimal noise when he was fucking me, no grunts or anything like that. His pleasure was revealed through his eyes and the intensity that his cock throbbed. I knew exactly what he meant when he said I made him feel like a man, because he just as much made me feel like a woman. Especially when he was on top of me, penetrating me not just with his cock but with his overall existence.
He unloaded his first shot of cum which landed directly in my eye. The next one struck his mouth and he disgustingly spat it out as he continued cumming. Our jaw dropped—we were turned on and laughing our asses off at the same time.
A thru-hiker named Shadow brought up the idea of going to church for Easter service. I was absolutely stoked since I hadn’t been to church in a few months. Pringles lent me one of her dresses along with a cute pair of black slippers. We invited several people to join, but it was only us three who felt inspired.
As we were driving out of Boots Off, I looked at all the hikers and yelled, “All these people are going to HELL!”
The service started with what seemed like a very soft-spoken pastor, however about halfway into the sermon, he turned into a dictator. His voice grew loud and his face turned red as he yelled, or maybe in his eyes, “preached” the Word of God.
He slammed his fists onto the podium, barely able to catch his own breath as he shouted, “HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH!”
I had never seen someone so passionate and loud in a church setting. I looked around to see if anyone else found it to be off-putting, but everyone seemed unfazed, as though they were attending their normal Sunday service. People simply nodded their heads in agreement to his speech, whereas I could barely understand anything he was saying due to his heavy accent. I was on the verge of laughter the whole time.
Pringles and I looked over at each other like, What the fuck did we just walk in to?
She started counting how many times he yelled “AMEN” in between his sentences. She lost track around number 74. When the service ended, we thanked the Pastor for such a unique experience. He happily welcomed us to come back every week. Best church experience so far.
Freshly cleansed from our sins, we drove to the gas station to buy some things. There, we noticed a Greek God of a man filling up his gas tank and all three of us went stupid. His tool belt wrapped around his waist while his jeans neatly outlined his bulge. His muscles protruded out of his shirt, he had airbrushed bronze skin and perfectly cut masculine features. You would think he was posing for an x-rated calendar. We all experienced a heat wave in our bodies and shouted “OW-OWWW” out of our windows like a bunch of teenage girls. We calmed down when we realized we were only five minutes out of church and were already trying to bang the gas station guy.
When we made it back to Boots Off, I went in my room to take a nap.
Voodoo came in shortly after and said, “Baby, wake up,” nudging me, “otherwise I’m gonna take advantage of you.”
Immediately, I felt my cunt waking up for him. But as soon as he laid down, he grew tired and fell asleep. I released slight moans to the thought of him taking advantage of me. I began touching his cock as he was sleeping… feeling him grow hard in my hand.
Half asleep, he murmured, “Baby, I’m trying to nap.”
But I was so hot for him, I just couldn’t help but continue touching him. I began rubbing my clit as I watched him sleep. He could feel my movements and with his eyes still closed, took over with his own hand.
He knew I couldn’t fall back asleep unless I came, so he flipped me over onto my stomach and fucked me hard until he came all over my ass. I wished I could feel him cum on me 24/7–his seed melting into my skin felt absolutely intoxicating. I flipped back over to him as he was out of breath.
I kissed his neck and whispered, “Baby, I wanna go again.”
“Baby, what’s going on? You seriously need to chill,” he groaned.
I had been soaking wet for him… feeling unsatiated. Cinnamon the cat came in and cuddled up next to him. Voodoo began fingering me while he was petting the cat with his other hand.
I grew frustrated and said, “Can you focus on me and not the cat right now.”
Cinnamon laid down on his abdomen.
He kept trying to make me pet her and I snapped, “I really just want you to finger me right now.”
He goes, “Baby, this is our fifth time today,” he gently placed his hand around my waist, “you’re the first person I met who could keep up with me sexually.”
There was nothing I could think about other than the way he felt inside of me.
“I need you,” I moaned.
I spread my legs open. I fingered my clit as he laid down in front of my pussy and watched. Then, he grabbed the ropes and tied each calf to the back of my thigh—tight. Slowly, he started slipping one finger into my pussy and my head began to tilt back. He grabbed me by the hair, gesturing for me to lock eyes with him—I knew better than to look away.
He continued to slip in the whole length of his finger. His head tilted nonchalantly as he watched the way I squirmed. My legs shaking… vibrating from the slightest of his touch. He watched me with a straight face, as though unvexed by the way he tortured me with orgasmic pleasure.
I pushed his hand off and said, “I don’t wanna cum just yet.”
He says, “Tell me when you want my co—“
“Now,” I interrupted.
He grabbed the rope and tied my wrists to keep me in place. Then, he slipped his cock in and slapped my face to a striking pain.
He asked, “What do you say?”
“Thank you, baby,” I said hesitatingly.
He addressed, “Remember that next time, otherwise I’ll stop giving you my cock,” he throbbed inside of me, “now fucking look at me and don’t make me tell you again.”
He made minimal noise when he was fucking me, no grunts or anything like that. His pleasure was revealed through his eyes and the intensity that his cock throbbed. I knew exactly what he meant when he said I made him feel like a man, because he just as much made me feel like a woman. Especially when he was on top of me, penetrating me not just with his cock but with his overall existence.
He unloaded his first shot of cum which landed directly in my eye. The next one struck his mouth and he disgustingly spat it out as he continued cumming. Our jaw dropped—we were turned on and laughing our asses off at the same time.
