My slutty church girl experience [MF]

When I was offered a job in Idaho for the summer, I knew I had to get cracking on the local dating scene.  

Molly was everything I wanted and precisely what I viewed as unattainable. If the long wavy blonde hair, bright green eyes, sweet smile, and massive boobs weren't enough of a reason to think she was out of my league, the kicker was that she also worked for the LDS church—recruitment department. So, the woman I desired most in the whole state was not only uninterested in dating outside of her religion, but she was supposed to convert me to it, and I had to steer conversations smartly. 

We met many times over the summer, and it was always innocuous. A light bite of food, a walk in the park, or a fun activity was shared as often as my work schedule would allow it. And eventually, as the conversations got more profound, more intimate, and personal, we spoke about what two twenty-somethings will talk about if given enough time: sex. 

She was very interested in what I'd done, how it felt for me and my partner, and how hard it was to extricate emotions from the pleasure. I was curious about what she was allowed to do as a Mormon, being that she hadn't gone past kissing, and even that was with a bf of 4 months. I learned all about soaking, which is the closest thing to sex for unmarried Mormons. It's basically sex without thrusting; you can, at most, flex your penis inside of her until you cum. 

We never touched in public, but privately, we would cuddle and kiss chastely without tongue. Most likely because she was waging an internal war about pleasure vs sinning and didn't want to do too much. After every single date, I got a pic of her garment bottoms soaked in pussy juice, and I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her, but would religion prevail over two red-blooded Americans?

Finally, on my last night in Idaho, she invited me over to her place for the first time, and we both knew sparks would fly. As we settled down to a movie and she started cuddling, she told me how much she appreciated my company the entire summer and how nice it was to have someone understanding and not judgemental but also with outside perspectives and views. And then she told me she trusted me and wouldn't regret anything that happened that night. 

When she said that, I immediately pulled her into my arms and kissed her passionately. This wasn't like all those simple kisses earlier; this one had depth, emotion, feeling, and tongue. We kissed for what seemed like forever, and when we pulled apart, I noticed that she had managed to take off her pants and unbutton her top. She stripped down fully to her garments, top and bottom, before letting me back at her to kiss her neck. 

The soft white material of her holy underwear felt so sexy under my hands, especially because her nipples were hard enough to rip through it. We continued making out while I gently teased her nipples between my fingers until she moaned in my ear and said, "ok, big boy, time to see your undies." Happy to oblige, I quickly stripped down to my CK boxer briefs and let her giggle as she saw the precum through the light blue fabric. 

"Oops, did I do that?" She whispered seductively and placed one finger on the damp spot. "Damn right, you did," I growled in her ear and put my knee between her legs only to find that she'd absolutely SOAKED through her underwear. Molly giggled. "You might've caused that; I guess we are even." 

One more kiss on her soft lips and my face was between her legs, trying to suck out all of her juices through the thin white fabric. Molly whimpered and begged for my tongue, so I reached up and ripped those garments at the seam. Finally, I was able to taste her freshly shaved and glistening pussy unimpeded, dying to devour her. 

At first, I just enjoyed her sweet moans while I gently kissed up and down her pink flower, intermittently licking up her sweet nectar and nipping her inner thighs. But then, when it was time to feast on her dripping cunt, I buried my face in there and let her thighs muffle my ears from her moans. 

At some point, with her clit between my lips and my head shaking in rhythmic circles, I felt Molly's thighs clamp down on my neck and what seemed like her trying to yank my hair out. I knew she was about to have a big O and kept going as she tensed up and then relaxed before looking up to smile at her beautiful, flushed face. 

I love it when girls become extremely affectionate after an orgasm, and Molly was covering me in kisses; the fact that my face was covered in her juices didn't bother her in the slightest. She then sat me down at the edge of the bed and went to get a towel and some cream. "Can I unsheath that sword you're wielding?" She said breathily as she laid the towel down on the floor. 

Fuck. The church really teaches its girls how to talk dirty. I helped her slide my briefs down and watched her giggle as my dick sprung out, eager with anticipation. Molly lubed up her hand with Aveeno before pouring more directly onto my throbbing cock. I jerked involuntarily when she first touched me and then closed her hand around my aching erection, and she giggled some more before telling me to relax. 

We sat there on the edge of the bed, our thighs pressed together as she used both hands and plenty of cream to jerk me off. I had my hands wrapped around her, holding her and pawing at her tits while she alternated between kissing me, my cheek, my neck, and my ear. The only thing that didn't stop were her fluid tugs on my cock and the steady stream of dirty talk coming out of her naughty little mouth. 

Finally, I was ready to explode, and as soon as I told her, she upped the pace and grip while immediately begging me to cum for my slutty church girl. I had no chance of holding back with that sexy combo and quickly exploded all over the towel, with one or two ropes even landing past it. 

We cuddled for a bit after that, and then I ate her out from behind so I could hear her moans as she came, but unfortunately, we didn't end up having the time or energy to soak. It was a fantastic experience, and I'll never forget my slutty church girl or how depraved her words of encouragement were while giving me the best handjob of my life. 

Of course, I have to post this story on a Sunday after church.