My cock helps a friend find her religion, or at least sexual bliss. By Schaefferous. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Just outside the door, Darla related the message to the friendlier of the two women I had passed on my way in almost 30 minutes earlier. We then walked down the sidewalk in what I assumed to be the direction of her car. “Got someplace in mind for dinner?” she asked as she fished in her jeans pocket for something. “How about your place?” I deadpanned at her. She stopped walking immediately and her face snapped up and around to look me right in the eye. I didn’t flinch. Her brow furrowed and she managed to spit out with a sneering disdain, “Well, you move right the fuck along, don’t you?” What the hell had I expected? Yeah, Michael. Gimme gimme. Imma have fun on that cock tonite for realz, yo! I suppose I was encouraged that it was a creative reply and not a “fuck off!” “Look, Darla, I don’t mean anything by it.” I held my hands up in mock surrender. “You’ve told me before you like cutting through the bullshit, so let’s see if you were serious about it. The no-bullshit version of this is that we’ve had good conversations over coffee and a fun romp in bed last week and I wouldn’t mind having more of both with you.” I let my arms relax by my sides as I spoke. By the time I had finished my little confession and make-a-wish, I felt perfectly chill, despite her somewhat angry countenance. I’d have been able to handle “fuck yeah” or “fuck off” with equal aplomb at that point. “So, time together over a few cups of coffee, a BJ, and a sketch and you think that makes you my boyfriend?” She wasn’t angry now, just defiant. The late afternoon sun from behind her caused the edges of her blond hair to glow orange. I shook my head slightly as I spoke, “Jesus, no. My head’s not in a space where I’d be much of a boyfriend to anybody.” She crossed her arms and stared at me unblinking and without speaking for a few seconds. Eventually, she managed an even-toned, and maybe even friendly, “So, ‘Friends with benefits’ then?” “I was thinking more like, 'Fuck Buddies,’” I retorted without hesitation. She snorted and offered with a smirk, “Fucker. You know, it would have been easier and a whole lot more fun if you’d have just kissed me like you wanted to suck out my soul and smacked my ass hard enough I’d still feel it next week.” So I did just that. I went right for her on the sidewalk in front of a busy pizza place and she tore back into me. Our mouths opened to each other immediately as we took turns trying to force our tongues down each other’s throats. I tried to crush her body in my arms; she was clutching two handfuls of my hair as if I was a bronco trying to buck her off. I was insane with lust and pushed my stiffening member into her belly. As soon as I felt her hand squeeze my cockhead, though, I remembered where we were and broke off our kiss immediately. Her eyes blazed fiery lust straight into my soul for a second, but then I spun her around and put a massive uppercut slap onto her right ass cheek. I didn’t bother to turn around and look in the restaurant. I could imagine the horrified looks on the parents’ faces and the quizzical expressions of the kids too young to know what they were seeing. “You. Drive. I’ll be right behind you,” I assured her as I fished my keys out of my pockets and took a deep breath to will my cock into relaxing. Darla squatted to pick her keys off the concrete. Once she was upright again, I could see her smirk as she retorted, “Yes, sir.” There was nothing submissive about the way she had said it. That was pure snark. She turned to walk toward her car and then started rubbing her ass. She looked back briefly and added with a smile, “Legit hit, stud.” I walked back to my vehicle with a purpose, only pausing to see what she was driving: a dark green 4 Runner. Once inside my truck, I started it up, pulled out of my spot, and drove to the parking lot street entrance just in time to see her turn to the right and accelerate into the moderately dense but flowing traffic. I tracked her down the street as I waited a few seconds for an opening. She wasn’t waiting for me but I got out into traffic quickly and kept my eye on her S U V. I caught up to her in about a mile. She drove like a maniac which was fine by me because I was ready to fuck. My hard-on just wasn’t going to go away until I had her. It wasn’t long after I caught up to her that she turned off the main drag from her shop. I followed her through a few turns down side streets until she pulled up to a gate in front of a group of townhouses. While she pulled through the gate, I found a spot on the street. As I got out of my car, my phone dinged from a text. “6 3 O 6” was all it read. Finding 6 3 O 6 was quick and easy; I only managed a single rap on the front door before it swung wide and I was grabbed by my shirt and yanked inside by a frenzied Darla. Her mouth was on mine in an instant and her hand was on the front of my pants, caressing my stiffening cock. For my part, I went on the offensive immediately. I stepped forward until I mashed her into the hallway wall. I grabbed her head in my hands and shoved my tongue into her mouth as far as I could. She sucked it greedily. I ground my stiff cock into her hand which was caught between our writhing bodies. I felt her drag her nails down my back like she wanted to flay the skin from me. She wanted to hurt me and I wanted to hurt her, so I broke off our kiss and spun her quickly where she was facing away from me. Then I pressed her against the wall with my body weight. The action forced the air from her lungs audibly. I roughly moved her hair out of the way so I could take a big bite on the side of her neck. That elicited a loud, erotic moan from her as well as pressure from her ass being pushed into my crotch. That did it for me. I kept her pinned while I unbuckled my belt, unfastened my jeans, and fished my hard cock out. Since I had her pinned against the wall and was biting her neck, shoulders, and back, she hadn’t been able to do much other than hold up the wall. I reached around to unbutton and unzip her jeans. “Yes,” was all she managed to articulate. I pushed her pants and panties down just far enough that I could get my hard-on up into her. I inserted my middle finger into her to see how wet she was and got another moan in response. The entire area between her legs was coated in her juices. Her pungent aroma hit me as I positioned myself at her entrance. “Oh, fuck! Big cock!” she cried out as I sheathed myself within her fully in one firm motion. I grabbed her hips to really work my log deeply into her, which caused her to lose her fucking mind. She slapped the wall with both hands and pushed and bucked her ass into me as she grunted like a wild animal. I’m not sure I was much better as I tried to split her into two halves with my rock-hard cock. It felt incredible and I wanted to cum, but I couldn’t quite get as far into her as I wanted. I took a half step back with her firmly held to my groin and I spun her around until she was bent forward at the waist and holding on to the banister post at the base of the stairs to the second floor. Now that we were turned around, it was rather obvious that the front door was wide open and we were providing a free show to anyone lucky enough to walk by. I continued to work my cock into her juicy cunt with reckless abandon, getting close to unloading a week’s worth of jizz into her. She at least had enough wits about her to swing the door closed after the third or fourth attempt to reach it, my less-than-gentle thrusts adversely affecting her aim and perception of depth. As soon as the door slammed shut, her breathing quickened, her moans stopped, and I felt her body start to convulse. Her orgasm, though quiet, pushed me into mine, too. I roared as I released torrents of spunk into her womb. As the last of the half dozen waves washed over me, I released my death grip around her waist. Two red areas remained from where my hands had been, excellent handholds for having my way with her. I backed up and let my softening cock slide from inside her. A large wad of my pearly white cum seeped from her cunt and down the inside of her thighs. A contented sigh escaped both our lips simultaneously. “I needed that,” Darla declared as she stood up. I mumbled something incoherent, vaguely interpretable as positive concurrence. She crossed her arms in front of her and pulled her T-shirt off in a single fluid motion. It went flying ten feet through a doorway and landed on her washing machine. She used the banister to steady herself as she worked her panties and jeans off. “Let’s get a Door Dash order going and then we can get cleaned up. Throw your stuff in there and we can get a load going.” The second load tonight, I thought. By the time my clothes flew through the air, too, she had pulled up a nearby Mediterranean place and carted something for her to eat. I threw a gyro wrap into the cart in the time it took for her to fling her bra. I got a chance to admire her tanned breasts that I hadn’t gotten a chance to see yet as she placed the order. They were rather full, especially considering her svelte physique, and sat high on her chest. Her nipples and areola were smallish and burgundy colored. She made no effort to hide herself from me as she moved everything into the washer and started a cycle going. I just leaned against the door frame and watched her as she worked. Once she had finished, she straightened up, put her fists on her hips, and grinned at me, “Time for a shower!” I followed her down the hall, through a modest guest room, and into the adjoining bathroom. She turned on the light and then started the shower running. She pointed behind the door, speaking loud enough to be heard over the water, “There’s a clean towel and robe for you. When you’re done, come upstairs. You can grab whatever you want to drink from the fridge and find something to watch if I’m not done by then.” I know I had a quizzical expression on my face. “You’re not going to join me?” She just threw her head back and guffawed in my face. “Save your energy, stud,” was all I got before she was gone and literally closed the door between us. I took a brief but hot shower and scrubbed all my bits and bobs clean with the soap and fresh washcloth I found at the ready. I took a hack at drying off, but I really only focused on my hair as I knew the rest would dry off eventually under the lightweight cotton robe she left for me. I threw it on and tied a shoestring knot in the sash as I headed upstairs. The second floor was just a big open space with a kitchen, breakfast nook, and living area. All the lights were on, and the large TV was making low sounds of something I couldn’t see well. Checking out the fridge, it was packed with various beers and a ton of takeout or delivery boxes. Ok, so it appeared that Darla wasn’t much of a chef. I grabbed something that said, “stout” on the label with a twist-off cap. I flipped the cap onto the counter of the kitchen island as I passed by on my way to the comfy-looking, cream-colored couch. Plop! I stretched out and just nursed my beer as I stared at the ceiling and thought about nothing in particular. I was probably two minutes into my reverie when the doorbell rang. Food’s here! I guess it’s my job to grab it. I heard the car speed away as I got to the base of the stairs. By the time I got the door unlocked and open, the driver was long gone but the precious goody sack was waiting coquettishly for me to whisk her upstairs and enjoy her hidden secrets. As I started to ascend the stairs for the second time of the evening, Darla popped her head over the rail, “My app just dinged. Was it down there?” I held up the bag. “Yup and it actually smells Mediterranean-y to me.” “It doesn’t matter,” she commented as she disappeared from the banister overhead. “I’m so hungry, I’m going to eat whatever is in there.” I reached the top of the stairs and followed her swinging ass into the living area. It was clad in a pair of full coverage, low-rise white sheer pair of panties. Her torso was covered by an oversized pink shirt that only covered one shoulder at a time and almost managed enough length to reach her belly button. It made her look super cute. Her hair was gathered high on the back of her head, completing the look of her being ready for a high school sleepover. On the coffee table between the couch and TV, Darla already had plates, napkins, and flatware for us as well as my beer and a Monster for her. We unpacked the food and bumped into each other trying to get the food plated. She sat on the floor next to the table and I followed her lead, but on the opposite side so we could see each other easily as we ate and talked. She dove right into her food and was chewing a mouthful of shawarma by the time I cheekily warbled out a blaspheming blessing, “Rub-a-dub-dub. Thanks for the grub. Yay, God!” She tried to stifle her laughter, but it caused her to choke a little before she managed to swallow her mouthful. “A religious man, are you?” “Of a sort.” I managed a smile. I felt very mischievous at that moment. “Maybe I’ll show you more of that side of me later.” The religion I had in mind for her certainly wasn’t taught from the Baltimore Catechism, that’s for sure. I took a bite of my wrap, and she swapped a few items from our plates. “Here, try some of mine. This is too much food for me.” I nodded, having a mouthful of food, preventing me from articulating much. I kept chewing deliberately while she eyed me in silence. And with a little mirth, apparently. I wondered if she enjoyed seeing me struggling. After I managed to work through my way-too-large of a bite, I got us on a path that had been of interest since I pulled up to her workplace. “That shop; how long have you worked there?” I started the question as she was taking a pull from her drink. After setting the can back on the table between us, a more serious expression fell over her face as she spoke, “I bought it three years ago from the original owner and finished paying it off late last year.” Impressive. She owned it. My thoughts switched to the “Athena” and then to my being the only Y-chromosomer in the vicinity. “So, is it a women-only place?” “Not exclusively, but mostly, I guess. I liked the idea of a space for women to feel safe and comfortable in, so that’s become our main clientele since I took it on. "But we’ve done work on gay guys, and then plenty of hetero guys come in to support their girlfriends or wives when they have work done.” Then my thoughts came back to the drawing. Boy, my mind was shifting like a roomful of cats tonight. “How did you get into tattooing in the first place? No doubt you’re an incredible artist, but this isn’t the first outlet that I’d expect you to devote your talents to.” “You know the usual: an old boyfriend, of course. A guy in my art classes was covered in tattoos and it wasn’t long before we hooked up. He was gorgeous and I was wild back then, you’d have loved me.” She giggled somewhat throatily and continued without pause, “I went with him when he had work done and even got the few you see on me now. But from that first visit, I became obsessed with the artistry and the beauty of work on skin. I dumped him within a few months but kept the shop. I apprenticed there when I dropped out of art school.” As we worked our way through our respective plates, our conversation floated around nothing and everything. We didn’t bother with deep subjects like relationships or traumas. It was just the bits and pieces that made us interesting: she was allergic to chocolate which manifested in a disgusting but hilariously told Sixth Grade birthday party. I was voted school “Party Rock / Everyday I’m Shuffling” dance champion and showed her the moves. She could touch her nose and her chin with her tongue. I explained how you could get lost in your own suburban backyard for two hours. It was just a rambling mess of a conversation. By the time the buzzer sounded for the end of the wash cycle, our food was mostly gone and I knew two things: she was funny as hell and I was having a wonderful time with her. “Shit! I forgot about the clothes! Let me get them in the dryer,” she exclaimed as she bounced up and headed downstairs. I gathered up the plates and dinnerware and brought them to the sink. I cleaned up the coffee table with a paper towel and grabbed our empty drink containers. I found her trash bins just as she was coming up the stairs. I dropped the bottle and can in the recycling and closed up the sliding cabinet. “Mostly cleaned up!” I announced with an accompanying grin. She smiled back as she leaned against the banister post up to the third floor. She fidgeted like a sixth grader. I knew what she was thinking. In one motion, she took off her top and draped it over the handrail while keeping her breasts covered with one arm. “Come on upstairs with me if you feel like having dessert,” she purred seductively. Then she laughed at me and bounced up the stairs out of view. I dashed after her as quickly as I could. Once at the top of the stairs, I found a solitary doorway. It was open and a pair of panties, the ones Darla had been wearing 15 seconds earlier, were laying crumpled just inside what I could clearly see was her bedroom. I drew this conclusion because of the view of her bed I had as I entered the room. She was sitting naked on top of the plush burgundy comforter, leaning back against the gray upholstered headboard with her arms wide and resting on large pillows, her feet together, her knees spread wide and resting on the comforter as well. She was grinning impishly. I noticed her cunt was completely bald. Dessert is served, indeed! I kept silent as I untied my robe and let it fall on the floor behind me. I stepped to the edge of the bed and started to crawl up to her entrance when I heard her moan softly. Gone was the grin and quiet composure. Her expression was serious, and her body started to writhe ever so subtly. I kissed the inside of each knee slowly. Her body jerked slightly at the contact. I exhaled hot breath up her left thigh until I was a few inches from her wetness. I watched her tense more as I got closer to her center. Then I gently blew cool air down her same thigh until I reached her knee. Her left knee got another wet kiss. Then a little nip. She jerked again. I did a similar cycle up and down her right thigh. I got the same reactions, though slightly more pronounced. She was moving more now, too. I began alternating from leg to leg as I worked my way slowly from her knees to her glistening cunt. I used my mouth only and randomly selected whether each brief contact was a kiss, a lick, or a bite. The moans began coming frequently. As I neared her entrance, she put her hand in my hair and started to tug me into her when I batted it away and backed off. I shook my head and clucked at her disapprovingly. She groaned in disappointment. After I placed her hands on the bed, I resumed where I left off by breathing hot air over her exposed clit. I got a moan and a squirm in response. Her eyes were burning holes in me in anticipation. I blew cool air to elicit a similar response. Her moan and accompanying squirm were more pronounced and urgent, though she managed to keep her arms and hands against the bed. I rewarded her restraint by kissing her clitoral hood. She let loose with a guttural moan. Wanting to hear more from her, I began licking and nibbling her clit. I flicked lightly from side to side and then up and down. I spread my tongue flat and used the texture of my tongue drawn over her slowly to give her another sensation. She was bucking into me as I fucked her clit with my mouth. When she grabbed my hair in her hands, I put a finger inside her, curled it upward, and stimulated the rough texture of her g-spot. She fucked my mouth with her cunt, and I fucked her clit with my tongue and her cunt with my finger. After less than 30 seconds of this, she screwed her eyes shut and screamed my name as her body started to shake from her orgasm. I slowed my ministrations as her orgasm overtook her and eventually subsided. Suddenly, her eyes sprang open. She turned her gaze toward me, the intensity being a thing to behold. I’m in for it now! I raised up on my knees, instinctively getting ready to handle the fury that seemed imminent. She pounced on me before I got set. I was flat on my back before I knew it and she was already lining up my hard cock with her cunt as she squatted over me. I briefly felt her wetness on the head of my cock before she slammed down fully on my entire length. “Jesus Christ!” was all I could manage as the tightness engulfed me. She stayed silent while pummeling my crotch as she bounced into me repeatedly. At first, it was immensely pleasurable, but it soon turned into something else entirely. It became evident to me that she was in a sexual frenzy as she was just grunting and growling as she slammed down on me with her entire body weight time after time. She wasn’t looking at me as much as past me. Then, I felt her body tense and her rhythm falter. She threw her head back and her moans raised an octave before stopping abruptly. She stopped fucking me entirely, her body quivered, and her cunt gripped me like a vise. I thanked God for the reprieve, but it turned out to be premature as she started again nearly immediately after her orgasm ended. In fact, I had to endure two more sets exactly like the first. After the third orgasm from her on top, she just seemed to collapse from the exertion and intensity of her climaxing. This time, I prayed to God for a reprieve. I also checked that my cock was still attached. She was lying on her back, breathing heavily, and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Her body seemed to glow in the soft indirect light of her room. My cock was still rock hard and I wanted to set the pace for a while. She eyed me silently as I repositioned myself over her. I placed my hands on the bed on either side of her shoulders to steady myself. With my knees, I worked her knees apart so I could get ready to enter her again. She grabbed my wrists and reached up to kiss me. I met her halfway and though our kiss started tender, it didn’t stay that way for long. When I nipped her tongue, she grabbed the back of my head to force herself into me. I paid her back by entering her forcefully and grinding inside her. She fell against the bed, her eyes wide, “Fuck, that’s deep!” Goddamn right, it’s deep. I wanted to be so far in her that I could see my cock pop out of her mouth. I stayed quiet as I was using my energy to tear up her cunt. I got into a rhythm of pulling out nearly completely and then slamming into her hard. Her eyes stayed wide like she was surprised at the violence I was inflicting on her cunt. If she was going to look like that, I wanted her to really see. I grabbed the back of her head and forced her to look at our coupling. “Look at us! Look at your little cunt swallowing my thick cock!” I grunted in her face. For her part, she wasn’t looking at me as I made my demands known. She was transfixed on the point of our joining. “That’s it. Knock the fucking bottom out of my cunt, you bastard!” she groaned out in time to my thrusts. She wasn’t moving at all any longer. She was just accepting the pounding like a champ and then out of nowhere, her eyes screwed shut, her audible exhale turned into a guttural moan, and I felt her fingernails dig rents into my wrists. I thrust deeply into her and moved my hips in a circle, consciously aware of my pubes compressed between our two bodies and grinding against her clit. After a few brief aftershocks, her eyes opened and she cooed, “It feels like the tip of you is in my stomach.” That affected me so thoroughly, that I thrust into her unexpectedly. And forcefully. She grunted and started nodding, pleading, “Yes, again! Do it again! Fuck me like a bitch in heat!” Again, I gave in to her need to be thoroughly pounded senseless. This time, though, I put her ankles on my shoulders and lifted her hips off the bed for a more natural angle to get into her deeply. With my hands, I tried to completely encircle her relatively tiny waist, though my fingertips were still a few inches away from touching. It still gave me the feeling of her being completely in my grasp. She was my little fuck toy, my fleshlight, and couldn’t have gone anywhere even if she tried. It should be noted that she was, in fact, not trying. What she was doing was matching my hard thrusts with thrusts of her own as she used her arms flat against the bed for leverage. Each time I pushed myself inside her, she exhaled a small squeal and her cunt contracted around me. I wanted to come badly and probably would have if she hadn’t exploded again with an orgasm. This time, it was a big one: she screamed unintelligibly while her entire body stiffened including her legs and cunt which pushed me out of her. As soon as my cock left her, she squirted all over us three or four times, resulting in both her inner thighs and my crotch completely coated in her juices. I grabbed my cock and slapped her glistening clit hard with it. Unsurprisingly sensitive after her orgasm, she gasped and her entire body jerked from the surprising contact. It served her right for squeezing me out of her cunt as I was about to empty myself inside of her. I manhandled her nearly limp body until she was lying face down on the bed with her legs closed. I slapped her ass hard before straddling her thighs, and immediately entering her fully again. “Ugh!” she moaned as I bottomed out inside her. “Rearrange my insides with that log, you dirty motherfucker!” Both of us had been surprisingly non-verbal for most of this evening’s carnality, but her intermittent dirty talk affected me in the moment. She earned a forceful thrust deeper into her and an animalistic groan from the back of my throat. By this time, both of us were completely soaked in sweat, though in her case, it was as much from me dripping on her constantly. All I could smell was our sweat and her cunt. “Smack my fat ass again,” she cooed. There was nothing fat about her ass, but I slapped it hard anyway. She was back to pushing her ass into me in time to match my thrusts, but I wasn’t feeling that build-up to orgasm. I kept drilling her with reckless abandon, but all this fucking had me desensitized me and her cunt just wasn’t hitting my spots. I must have kept hitting hers though because after another two minutes of deep dicking, she screamed again, her cunt clenching in another attempt to rip my cock off and keep it to herself. “Fuck, you bastard! Just unload your big balls in me already! My cunt is getting sore!” She articulated her thoughts clearly, but her lack of intonation and movement indicated her energy was mostly gone. She was just a hot, sweaty, hard-breathing mess. Not going to finish like this, darlin’. I backed out of her quickly to elicit the inevitable gasp. Leaning over her, I used my fingernails to manage to slide open her nightstand drawer. Bingo! I grabbed a clear bottle of something and proceeded to lube up my rigid member, her entire ass, and most specifically, her tight little asshole. I tried a finger inside of her, expecting there to be a boatload of resistance but it wasn’t fighting me. After I removed my finger, her asshole winked at me of a sort. I checked Darla’s face and she was smiling and her eyes were closed. I forgot that she wasn’t exactly new to having a cock working her ass. I positioned the tip of my cock against her tiny little opening. She moaned as soon as it rubbed against her. I pushed into her until my bell end popped inside her. We both groaned in unison and she began moving her hips so her ass rotated in a circle. It felt like heaven being tugged just behind the head of my cock. I enjoyed it for another few seconds before shifting my body over her and pushing firmly to try to hide my entire cock inside her ass. As experienced with anal sex as she was though, she wasn’t quite ready for me. “Oh, sweet fucking baby goddamned Jesus. That is the biggest fucking cock I’ve ever had up my lily-white asshole before. Oh my god oh my god oh my god. Hold on a sec.” She completed a very audible breath that went in through the nose and out through the mouth. “Goddamn that burns like a motherfucker, but Fuck it feels good.” She wiggled her ass side-to-side, but my shaft stayed firmly lodged where it was, three quarters buried inside her asshole. “I can feel your cockhead behind my fucking navel. Jesus, Mary, and fucking Joseph you’ve got a big cock!” I whispered in her ear, “It seems my cock has helped you find religion.” She giggled and then started to push back into me. “I’ve found something back there, but I don’t know if it’s religion.” “Well, if you haven’t yet, you will soon.” I thrust hard into her. I didn’t look at the point of our coupling but I could tell I hadn’t yet fully sheathed myself inside her. I would soon, though. “You’re going to be praying for me to come soon.” I thrust hard again. “For one reason or another.” I thrust hard again. I felt her coming around me as I continued to thrust hard. By now, I was completely inside her with each push into her and about three-quarters inside her with each retreat. Her asshole had stretched open enough and there was enough residual lube for me to start to slide in and out of her a bit more easily. I continued to fuck her backdoor as I built toward my orgasm. Her asshole was super tight and the sensation was completely different than her cunt or mouth. It was a very firm hold that meant less friction and more tugging. She felt like she was coming again around me but it could have been just a continuance from before. Frankly, I had lost track of how many times she had come and was less interested in her pleasure at this point. I just wanted to unload inside her as my balls were beginning to ache because they were so filled with spunk. And then she said it: “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.” Oh, I’ll be blessing you all right! And with all the cum I have in me, my little wayward lamb. I pulled out gradually as I continued to work her ass until I was more than halfway out. Now, for each thrust, her sphincter muscle was working the few inches of my cock just below the head and that’s how her ass was going to make me finish. I enjoyed watching her little asshole expand and contract around me as I worked us into a final frenzy. I kept going through what felt like another of her orgasms when I began to crest. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I slowly pulled myself out of her ass. Once I was free of her tightness, she rolled onto her back to receive her blessing. I pumped my cock a few times before the first spasm of my orgasm hit. And with a roar, I let loose a torrent of my cum, meant to sanctify every part of her it covered. “Hallelujah!” she screamed right as the first rope of cum burst forth from me. After the dozen or so violent orgasmic spasms I experienced kneeling over her, she lay docile and spent from nearly a dozen intense orgasms and grinning from ear to ear, enjoying well the feeling of being consecrated as the pearly white warmth of my cum pooled on her face, neck, tits, and belly. “For Thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory,” she managed softly as she closed her eyes slowly. She was snoring before she could get to the “Amen.” By Schaefferous for Literotica