Church girl

I stood there in the middle of the room looking at the posters with nothing better to do, thinking about all of the experiences I’ve gone through since this had all begun, knowing it was far from over. I was startled as the door opened quickly, the store clerk walking in first followed by someone I knew only from a distance. Its safe to say that everyone has crushes in the different environments of their lives, and the woman that was setting her stuff down on the shelf was mine from church. Yeah, I know, my mind should be thinking of other things while at church but this was no ordinary woman. She deep curly red hair, that of the natural ginger kind and dyed on. Her skin was pale, which was ironic because my type of women were usually of tanned complexion. If I had a heart, it would have been beating a million times a minute, knowing what was about to happen. When I saw her at church, she was usually wearing dresses or business slacks. Her ass and thighs were thick, jiggling whenever she walked. She had a small waist though that arched up to her broad perky breast. Today she was wearing a plaid long sleeve shirt, the buttons undone down to her deep cleavage and the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Around her hips she wore tight fitting jeans, the cuffs rolled up at the bottom. I had never seen her feet before but today she was wearing Birkenstock sandals, her toenails painted to match her red hair and shirt peeking out at the end. My god, she was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. That beauty started tor grow as she started to take off her clothes while she walked over to the door and locked it before pulling her shirt out of her sleeves and off her shoulders to reveal a lacy bra cupping a magnificent set of breast. Next she kicked off her sandals while she unbuttoned her jeans, letting them drop to the floor in a heap next to the chair. Stepping out of them, she next took off her bra, letting her breast loose from their prison, her hands coming up to massage them and gently pinch her nipples after putting her bra down on the chair. Next she hooked her panties, dropping them to the floor and giving me a wonderful view of her ass and pussy between her thighs as she bent over to pick them off the floor and toss them onto the chair. She ran her fingers between her labia lips as she turned around and started walking over to me, squatting down low putting her pussy on full display as she grasped me firmly and twisting. It turns out I was screwed to the floor as she kept on twisting till I came free. Standing back up, she walked across the room to a machine I hadn’t noticed before, screwing me on to a long rod. She hit a switch on a remote control, the machine whirring to life and started thrusting me back and forth. I realize I must have been in a sex room of some type, women being able to pay to use different types of toys and apparatuses. She hit another button and the machine stopped as she got down on her hands and knees in front of it, her soft lips inches away from my face. Her tongue snaked out from between her lips, running over her top lips before reaching out and giving the tip of my face a lick. I watch as her lips parted, her face moving closer as they closed around my head, sucking it as she moved back and forth thrusting it into her mouth. The longer she sucked on me, the more she slide me into her mouth until I was pushing against her tonsils and down her throat. Moving away, she let me slide out of her mouth, letting slide out from between her lips with a popping sound. A smile spread across her lips as she brought the remote control up, looking at it before hitting a button. The machine whirled back to life, thrusting forward gently and pulling me back in short movements. She pressed her lips against my face, the machine driving forward into her awaiting mouth. The machine pushed and pulled me in around her mouth, her head moving so the contraption would push me against her tongue, and inner cheek. She must of hit another button because I started to slide deeper into her mouth until I was getting pushed and pulled out of her throat. Each time I was pulled out of her throat, she would gag slightly until she started to get used to it and then the speed increased. Soon I was getting shoved and pulled out of her throat while the sounds of her gagging on me was replaced by a glug glug sound. The machine stopped with me buried deep her throat, deeper than any woman had ever put me before. The smells of her stomach hit my sense of smell, the smell of chemicals and digesting food hitting me with full ****. I would of loved to see her in such a way, probable looking like a spit roasted hog about to be cooked with the rod coming out of her mouth. She slowly backed up, my body getting pulled out of her throat and pulled out of her mouth with a gasp. She stayed there for a moment, my body hovering in front of her face as she breathed heavily till she caught her breath. She eventually turned around, her ass pressing against me as she reached between her thighs and grabbed me, guiding me to her already dripping pussy. She leaned back, my head getting pressed between glistening lips. She hits a button on the remote and I start to get trusted into her pussy, the thrust shallow and slow as she moaned while I stretched her out. I start to slide in and out of her faster, staying shallow as I rubbed her clit and outer lips. Suddenly, I’m rammed deep inside her, making her squeal with pleasure. The hard thrusting continues, her hips slamming backwards to meet me and make slide in further until I was slamming against her cervix, making her jump and arch her back with each contact. Her climax came swiftly and hard, her vaginal walls clamping down on me hard as I kept getting rammed inside her. I suddenly stop, her hips rotating, raking me against her walls until she leaned forward and pulled me out. I thought she was done, but her hand held me in place as she aimed me higher, my face pointing directly at her asshole. She back up slowly, my face pressing against her tight ring as she used me to massage it till it opened. She started to use me to prod her asshole, coaxing it to relax and allow me to slide further in. I suddenly started to move in and out of her slowly, the machine thrusting me in slowly and shallow at first but picking up speed and depth. It wasn’t long till I was getting slammed deep inside her guts, with each thrust of the machine I could feel and hear her let out grunt and moan as I was pulled out of her. Her body suddenly clenched and she must of hit the speed to the max because I was getting slammed so fast into her ass, I couldn’t tell if I was inside or out of her. She quickly leaned forward, unable to handle the beating anymore as she collapsed on the floor with barely enough focus to turn off the machine. I hung there from the machine, watching her body shake and her eyes roll back while her climax rolled through her body. As she came down from her orgasm, she laid there breathing heavy until she could sit-up, her face wincing in pain from the pounding she received. Getting up gingerly, she slowly got dressed, muttering to herself how she always took it to far. Fully clothed, she walked over to me with one of the towels and cleaner, cleaning me roughly before walking away without another look, tossing the towel in the bin before leaving. As the door opened, I see that it was dark out through the front window, thankful the day was over.