I hear that God is a merciful God, that he forgives all sins. However, of my sin I am not sure he will forgive. I have been on my kneels praying and asking for forgiveness ever since I got home. While I would like to think that God hears my prayers, I am forced to think that he won’t answer them. Nonetheless I pray.
It all started when Mary came to sit beside him in church in the morning. She came in while Deacon Jones was saying the opening prayer, by the time I opened my eyes and saw her beside me, I knew she was up to something. Mary is a daredevil who never cares about anything or anyone. She lives in the moment, enjoying herself to the maximum. I must say, I have always been jealous of her. But anytime she takes me along on any of her crazy adventures, I always shrink back out of fear. Yesterday, at the choir rehearsal she started to stroke my breast all of a sudden, when I looked down, she had her hand on the cock of the boy seated next her. The boy out of embarrassment stood up from out seat to join another row. When I opened my eyes and she was beside me, I knew something terrific would happen in the cause of the service. I knew also that I would not be able to do anything against it, as I had been incapacitated by desire yesterday.
Half way into the service, Mary chose the right time to start to start playing with my p****y. Immediately the Pastor mounted the pulpit, she slid her hand under my choir robe and she started to tease my p****y. I looked around to see if anyone was looking at us, but everyone just seemed fixated on what the Pastor was saying. She rubbed my p***y with expertise, sending waves of pleasure across my body. As she slid her middle finger into me, I gave a soft moan. She quickly removed the finger, as we both looked around to see if any attention had been drawn by uncontrolled moan. When we saw that we didn’t attract any attention, she slid her finger back into my p****y. I placed my head on the pew, as I fondle with my breast. She slid another finger into my p****y, and I got overwhelmed with passion.
‘Toilet,’ I whispered in ears, in between my soft moans.
She stood up first and headed for the toilet. I went to join her minutes later so as not to arouse suspicion. Hardly had I stepped into the toilet that she reached for my breasts and grabbed them. She had been feeling horny too, and I guess she was just waiting for me to say the word. I had seen the way she was staring at my huge tits while in the church but I never knew she wanted to fuck so badly. She sat on the bowl of the flush toilet, and I sat on her leg, as she started to suckle my breast. Being a buxom teenager, I have gotten used to the idea of people just wanting to suck my breast. In fact, I think my breasts get suckled more than my p****y get rammed. As Mary continued to work on my breasts, sometimes burying her head in between the lines, breast milk started to come out gradually from my breasts.
She slid two of her fingers back into my p****y, as she continued from where she left off in the church. As she fingered my p****y, I started to moan, as the feel of her hand in my p****y sent an electric wave through my body. She noticed that I was close to orgasm and she started to finger my p****y with vigor, soon enough, I reached orgasm my juice poured all over her lap. As I reached orgasm, the words of the pastor floated through my hear once again and I felt something like guilt sweep through me
‘My turn,’ she said, smiling lustfully at me.
We switched roles, as I sat and she sat on my leg. I freed her left breast from the bondage of her bra, as I ran the tip of my tongue across the outline of her breast. I bit gently on her nipple, as they became stiff and protrude. She has two wonderful tits too, though not as large or as inviting as mine, but they are certainly very sexy. I took out her second breast, and I started to rub her nipple with my fingers, making it very erect and stiff. She moaned out loud from the pleasure she got from me, her moan sending the worlds of the Pastor far away from my ear.
She slid her hand into my p****y again, as started to moan softly together.
‘What the hell is going on here,’ a voice called out behind the doors, banging the door heavily for us to open.
‘We are in trouble,’ I told Mary, fear written over my face, as we came to the realization that we were about to be busted.