Blessed Salome .

Shortly before my eighteenth birthday, my life was summed up in sharpening pipes and hitting a ball with the friends in the neighborhood where I had been raised waiting for the moment to enlist voluntarily to serve in the army; at this same time I had also discovered in myself a certain religiosity that did not border on radical fervor but met my expectations as a young dreamer, which is why I had begun to attend Mass with a certain regularity. Every time I went there, I noticed the presence of a woman who was always praying very fervently and also participating in some parish activities; at the same time, she used to attend churches every other day, always at the same time in the late afternoon. "You bums! you bums!" she shouted angrily. "Why don't you find something good and useful to do? You just sit there playing ball that gives no future to anyone!" Most of the time we had fun answering with rude words and laughing at each other; as long as that happened I was curious to know who that woman was. "That's Beata Salomé! I think she's like that because she never had a male to fuck her willingly!" replied the Portuguese owner of a nearby grocery store when I wanted to know who it was. And the subject could have died so to speak, if it wasn't an event that left me with a thirst for the bitch. Not quite knowing the reason, one day I decided to follow this blessed one to the church at that late afternoon, just curious to find out more about her. As soon as I entered I saw her sitting in the back seat in a region where there was more penumbra than light. I sat on the opposite side, but in the same direction so that I could observe her better. Some time later (when I was about to give up the vigil!), someone came out of the sacristy walking towards where the blessed one was; it was the priest in charge of the parish, and he soon went to sit next to her. They talked for a while until, I realized that they were behaving in a strange way; I slipped on the bench trying to keep myself hidden and noticed that they were doing something together ..., something sinful! Before I could pay attention to what they were doing, they both got up and went to the vestry, where they entered the adjoining room of the secretariat. With my heart leaping I sneaked around the corners until I reached the place where I heard some moans and other noises typical of a bastard! As the door was not closed, there being a little rustle I took a deep breath and crawled up close to it, spying on what was going on inside that room; and I was surprised and excited at the scene that unfolded before my eyes; Solomon was kneeling in front of the priest who had opened his gown putting his stick out that she did not waste time in drooling sucking like crazy, while massaging the balls of the priest who in turn groaned low. The situation was prolonged until the priest drowned a groan but loud with his hand while his dick pulsed inside the mouth of Solomon who struggled to retain the joy that was already flowing into it. And the bitch swallowed it all! Still to finish licked the stick leaving it very clean; immediately the two recovered themselves reporting that they would soon come out; I still ran through the shadows and hid behind the confessional. Already at the door of the church Solomon bent down to kiss the priest's hand and then ducked quickly. Then I would discover the secret of the blessed whore and could use it in my favor. A few days later, I decided to put my plan into action; I dismissed the soccer game with my friends and ran to the church waiting for the arrival of Salome; she entered and ran to sit in her usual place without noticing my presence; before she could sketch any reaction I sat down next to her who shot me with her gaze. "What have you come here to do, you naughty brat?" she asked almost grinding her teeth. I faced her face as she exhibited a sassy smile, with a sarcastic expression. -Thou wanting the same as you do in the priest! <unk> I answered in a tone of voice almost whispered in her ear with her trying to get away from me. "What is this, you unruly fellow?" she retorted without raising her voice, but in an irritated tone. "Do you think I'm one of those whores from the neighborhood? - Just so you know! <unk> I interrupted with a more forceful tone <unk> Yesterday I saw everything that happened in the room next to the Secretariat <unk> So there's no point in beating me up! At that moment, the priest left the sacristy and when he realized that Salome was accompanied, he turned around and climbed the stairs of the central nave disappearing behind her. "Afff! You depraved one! That's good! But here, just a handshake ..., other things we do elsewhere ..., put the picka out soon!" she whispered already touching the bottom of my pants; I did what she asked and seeing my hard roll, Salome's eyes lit up like fires as she took him by the hand masturbating me slowly until the rhythm gradually increased. Salomé knew how to make a male horny, as she used one hand for the handjob and the other to massage the balls causing delicious sensations that I was forced to suffocate because of the place where we were. "Tell me when you're going to squirt, huh? I don't want to be licked by your cock!" she whispered in my ear with an emphatic tone accelerating masturbation even more. And it didn't take much longer for me to grunt in warning that my enjoyment was coming. Without losing the rhythm of masturbation, Salome pulled a handkerchief from her skirt pocket and covered my member further accelerating the manipulation until I reached my climax, ejaculating inside the handkerchief that she was responsible for holding tightly around my stick. When my spasms subsided, she removed the handkerchief very carefully, putting it back into her skirt pocket. <unk>And now, safe? Happy? <unk>, she asked in an irritated but not very convincing tone. - For now this little crumb is good <unk> I replied with disdain as I gathered myself <unk> But I want more! -I know what you want, you little outsider! <unk> she retorted with irony <unk> I'll tell you when and also where ..., nothing to give with your tongue in your teeth! Do you understand? I shook my head as she got up and walked towards the door; the priest did not return after seeing her accompanied even without knowing who it was. I went home and did not comment to anyone. The days passed and Salome continued her usual visit to the church always at the same time; whenever she passed in front of the clearing where we played ball, she slowed down and looked for me with a discreet look; when she saw me she shook her head indicating that it was not yet the right time for a reunion. I was a bit impatient, but I also knew that if I squeezed the beater it could hurt me very much, losing a good opportunity ..., so I had to wait! One day, while I was out in the open, waiting for my friends to get naked again, Salome came near the place and waved to me; feeling my heart leap out of my chest, I walked hurriedly towards her; she took my hand as soon as I approached and began to walk hurriedly; I tried to ask her where we were going, but she kept silent. <unk>Now, pay attention, go around the church to the low wall and then jump ..., I'll stay there ..., waiting for you! ..., soon! <unk>, she said impatiently, pushing me in the indicated direction. I obeyed without thinking and when I got to the wall I remembered that behind it was the parish house, an old abandoned warehouse and a wide bush. As soon as I jumped over the wall, I saw Salome waving to me from the door of the warehouse; I ran towards her and soon we entered the place that looked more like a pile of old things; Salome was not joking, for she began to take off my clothes leaving me naked displaying my stiff stick; when I found myself the bitch was on her knees in front of me sucking my member and groping the balls causing a delicious sensation that until then I had not yet experienced in life. Salome sucked a lot leaving my tool well licked with saliva. She stood up and also took off her clothes; Salome was no muse and much less a woman with charms, but for me, a bald and full of expectations teenager she was more than perfect; she took me up to a bench and carpentry and after covering it with a worn canvas made me lie on it coming over me. <unk>Ahhh! Hold that roll, you bastard! Sure I'll sit on it ..., Uhhh! So! ..., so! Uhhh! <unk>, she babbled as she squatted on me descending towards the limb I held with one hand. As her cave opened up to receive my member I experienced an ecstasy that could not be described in words; and when she finally wrapped my stick around my whole ecstasy became even more intense and was soon added to by an inexplicable frenzy as she began to rise and fall, now swallowing, now spitting out my tool with increasingly intense and accelerated movements. -Ahhh! Fuck! What a big dick! Ahhh! <unk> she whispered without losing the rhythm of her movements <unk> You perverted cunt! Uhhh! Afff! ..., now! Now ..., I will ..., I will ..., gozarrrr! I felt something warm flowing from the cave of Salomé licking my member and also my belly, and it was an unknown sensation, but extremely appetizing! And the bitch did not stop mocking, always going up and down with hallucinatory movements. I held on as best I could although an itch inside me signaled that the end was near. Trying not to falter, I held the half-dropped breasts of the beata and squeezed them to the point of nibbling the nipples impacting on her reaction that moaned and let out hysterical screams. "No, not yet!" she cried in a delirious tone when I told her that my limit had been reached. With an unusual dexterity, Salome jumped to the side and grabbed the member in her hands, making him suck it more eagerly than before; there was a moment when she stuck the glans between her lips, gently squeezing it while masturbating with enormous vehemence ..., I felt my body taken over by contractions, shivers and spasms that culminated in the fun that exploded in her mouth; I even thought that she would take it out of her mouth, but Salome was really full of surprises. Holding the gland imprisoned between the lips while I ejaculate, Solomon held the semen in his mouth and as soon as he could swallowed everything; I was still trembling when she started licking the member sucking the droplets that still drained until leaving it clean. "For today, enough! If you get dressed we need to get out of here!" she ordered while looking for her clothes. We left the old warehouse and Solomon pointed to the wall looking at me with a rigid expression. "Go back the way you came", she said, pointing sharply at the wall. "Take care of your life, and look, if I find out that you've told anyone about what happened here, I'll take you by the hand and cut off that slingshot you're carrying between your legs. I shook my head and ran off toward the wall and didn't stop until I got home; as I passed through the open field I heard my friends calling me with shouts and whistles, but I pretended not to hear them going straight home. In the days that followed I wanted to tell someone about my experience with Salomé, but I bit my tongue fearing that she might find out that I had said it with my tongue in my teeth and come to take satisfactions ..., idea that scared me too much! A few weeks later, my mother called me saying that the priest wanted to talk to me! I was seized with an uncontrollable trembling and when I asked what he wanted, she replied that he needed to talk to me and dispatched me immediately; with hesitant steps I went to the church and entered through the side door; everything was immersed in the twilight of the late afternoon and my vision took time to get used to the lack of light. <unk>Here! Come with me!<unk>, I heard the voice of Salomé who took me by the arm walking towards the secretariat, where she brought me in the trailer. Then came a sequence of events so mind-boggling that I thought the whole thing was an illusion; Salome took off my clothes and then her clothes by pushing me towards a cloth sofa where I lay; she came over me rubbing her warm, moist grotto on my face. <unk>Ahhh! Lambe! Lambe my mouthpiece! Suck my ice cream! Hurry! Ahhh! That!<unk>, she babbled in an uncouth tone. Little by little I was learning what to do and soon I provoked a sequence of orgasms in the beet that moaned while enjoying my member in its mouth! There really are things in life that learning is done by instinct! -Now, come ..., come fuck my ass! <unk> she said putting herself on all fours on the couch with her head resting on the backrest and her hands opening her buttocks showing the joy and the small hole inside. I went with great thirst to the pot burying my stick with blunt blows that forced Salomé to bite the fabric of the sofa so as not to scream. After sticking the stick deeply I began to punch with delirious vehemence always to the sound of the muffled screams of the beata who used one of the hands to rub her cave enjoying another flood of orgasms that shook her body. "You can joke! Ahhh! Uhhh! Fill my ass with fucking, you bastard!" she shouted in response that I announced the arrival of my joy. Contorting myself involuntarily I felt the first spasm followed by the joy flowing from my bowels and flooding the rectum of the beata. As soon as I finished, Salomé tried to demand that I hurry up, as always, my absolute silence about what had happened. Today when I look back I feel an indescribable joy with these memories; Salomé went away for no reason and also the priest was transferred; I learned some time later that he liked to spy on the boys fucking the blessed in the church secretariat as well as I learned that that land behind the church had already been a catacomb ..., sweet memories unmissable