You have church.

You wake up in a fog. Lying naked on top of your sheets. Your pussy is raw. As you get up you noticed the crack of dried cum all over your body. Getting out of bed, you notice the words "slut box" written above your pussy in magic marker.

Nice. Last I remember we were doing blow off the coffee table - fuck happened last night?

The living area is a mess - empty bottles everywhere, **** on the coffee table, dirt coating the carpet.

The fuck's my phone?

You find it on a pile of soggy panties beside the couch. It's sitting on a stack of fifties.

Hell yeah, shit, there must be a thousand dollars here.

You remember last night vividly: you and the boys invited some girls over and the gangbang turned into more of an orgy. It was a haze of silicon tits and thick cocks, fuelled by booze and ****. Just like back in the day! Ha. You notice a dampness between your thighs: the memory of last night turns you on a bit.

You start to play with the lips of your pussy when your phone rings.

"What?" You reply.

"Uh, hi Anne, it's Rachel. You ready?"

"Ready for...?" This girl also sounds young.

"Church, silly. I'll be at your place in 20."

You hesitate for a moment, "Uh, sure. See ya then."

Shit, guess I gotta get ready.

You shower and grab some clothes that slip off with ease.

Rachel arrives in the back of Audi. A man, presumably the driver, get out to open the door for you. You thank him and take a seat. Rachel looks a bit confused. She's wearing a nice summer dress, and you're wearing little other than a sweater.

"Interesting, uh, choice of clothes, Anne."

"It's hot out, who gives shit."

"Alright. Are you feeling okay, Anne?"

You give her a dismissive smile and look out the window.

Why am I going to church? This is fuckin' crazy.

Your car pulls up to the entrance and the driver fetches the door for Rachel. He's a fit bald man in his late forties. He reminds you of a bit of Jason Statham.

"Hey, you coming in?" Rachel asks while you're eyeing the driver.

"I'll just be a sec, I need to chat with the driver for a minute."

"Uh, okay."

You slide your hand down to groin and lightly massages the lips of your pussy. The other hand moves to cup a breast.

"You wanna fuck me in the back of the parking lot?"

Moments later, you're sitting in the passenger seat sucking on the driver's cock. After last night, you're more comfortable with deepthroating, and you decide to give the best mouth-fucking you possibly can. With spit dripping down your chin like a faucet, he pulls you up by the hair and kisses you. You go with it and throw your sweater in the back seat. You shift over, straddling him in the driver's seat. He starts sucking on your tits, while you play with his dick. You guide his cock inside of you and start riding him.

The taboo of fucking in the church parking lot is thrilling to say the least. A man, old enough to be Anne's father, is pumping her tight pussy, while Anne's friend is sitting only a hundred feet away.

He flips you over so you're now sitting in the seat and lifts your legs. He starts fucking you harder now, reaching deeper into your recently violated pussy.

"Jesus, yes, don't stop. Don't fuckin' stop." You moan, gripping the of the door. "Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me. Fucking cum inside me."

He starts to pull his dick out, probably to cum on your chest.

"No, I said inside me." You grab his cock and guide it back inside of you. He hesitates but you pump your hips until he shoots his load into your already cum-stuffed pussy. You reach over and suck him off until he goes limp, then you grab your sweater.

"Good fuck. Thanks." You say while exiting. As you close the door, you realise the window was unrolled.

Shit maybe I hit the window button?

You head inside - intoxicated by the warm sensation tickling the inside of your thighs. You find Rachel at the side of an aisle.

"Hey. Miss anything good?" You ask with a smile.

She gives you a dismissive Shh and you start to look at the people around you. Most of the people here are old and uninteresting, but you see a blonde woman an aisle. She's got a nice rack, damn fine. You try to subtly prod at your pussy. That's when you notice the driver's cum has left a small puddle on the pew beneath you. There's also cum clearly dripping down you leg. Bored, you start to play with the small pool of cum in your fingers. You bring it up to your nose and smell it. Then up to your mouth, and nonchalantly suck it off your fingers. Rachel notices you.

"What are you doing?"

"I dunno."

"Wait, what's that between your knees?" She notices the cum and your sopping wet panties.

"Oh, this? This is cum." You plunge two fingers into your pussy and suck on the liquid. "You should try some!"

You scooped out some fluids for your friend Rachel. She swats your hand away.

"Stop this. People are going to see. Where did you get cum? Did you have sex?"

"Yeah, the driver is a pretty good lay, hun."

"What? I'm so - I think you should leave. Please leave."

"How am I gonna get back to -"

"Please, just leave."

You slink out of the sermon, cum streaking down your leg, and out into the summer day.