Evangelical blowjob

Today I will tell an erotic adventure that I spent on an old tour bus, when I traveled to Recife along with a group of believing women who would go to a “finding of evangelical ladies” in the capital of Pernambuco. I was on a trip with a college buddy named John. In all, there should be 20 people in that uncomfortable “bathroom”, which could still be called executive transportation. Besides the two drivers who would take turns on the road, only João and I were male presences inside the bus. That wouldn't be a good thing.
We leave Rio de Janeiro at 19 hours, with a minimum of 40 hours of travel to our destination. John was the “guilty” of being there, because his aunt was an evangelical of a petropolitan church and, precisely, through it, we had obtained a great discount to go with believers. By the way, John's aunt was also on the bus with two children. Our return would be on a normal bus, because from Recife I and João would still pass in João Pessoa.
We sit right at the bottom of the busum next to the bathroom. I was occupying two chairs and John sat next to his aunt. By the way, he had confided in me some unbelievable things about that aunt of his. Damn it, according to what he told me, the woman was a real bitch, and the tara of John was to screw the bitch. For particular reasons, she had not told her husband that her nephew John would travel in the same “car” to Recife.
Well, back on our bus, I soon noticed the presence of a very hot mulatto, wearing a colorful dress well attached to the body. This dress left her back naked, showed her delicious contours and went down to her knees. The mulatto wore a huge ring on her left hand. With bad intentions, I offered her mineral water. The woman barely answered me. It seemed to be very “gross bark”, rude. I thought to myself: “This bitch must do the moralistic fake type!” The bus followed its destiny...
The driver had warned us that he would not stop until about five hours of travel. It was dark enough. The hall lights have been turned off. In front of me, John was in the biggest conversation with his aunt. Him in the hallway, her in the window. The fellow was starting to set a boat up on that crown. I just watched the road and the nefarious evangelical mulatto on my side. She was sitting with her back to me, stretching her legs to the side of the window chair and reading a magazine. Thus, she who occupied two seats, exposed all her powdery and tasty buttocks to the delight of my eyes. I waited for a little darker to see if the mulatto would fall asleep or turn off the little upper lights, located above its armchairs. It took a while, but she did exactly what I wanted. Now was my time to act...
I took my shoe and socks off. I stretched my whole body over both seats, causing my right foot to reach the side of the mulatto's seat, right next to your tough ass. So, taking advantage of the swing of the bus in the corners of the road, I drove my foot until I touched that mulatto butt. Without much ceremony or fear, I have already begun to rub and slightly rub my thumb through your right buttock. So far, no sign of rejection or fuss on her part. I dared a little more, pushing part of the sole of my foot up your ass. Now my fingers would walk around her ass more firmly and already feel the mark of her panties inside the dress. I don't know if it was a warning to me, signaling that I could go further, but she settled in the chair, throwing that ass further into the hallway. It was like she was offering me something. So I took my left foot to the part under your thighs. I was simply bouncing the evangelical mulatto with my two feet. Either she was already sleeping heavy, or she was allowing everything I did. I went away and pulled his dress from the body with my left toes, trying to leave part of his legs exposed and free so that I could face his thick thighs. By then, the right foot was already stuck in the middle of it. I would move and move my toe, feeling in my skin all its orifice, covered by that dress and panties. When I reached her thigh under the dress with the other foot, the mulatto shook her body, saying to me: “What is this coldest foot, young man?” She took my foot off her thigh with her left hand, but she did nothing about the other one who was bolining for her ass. If she didn't take my other foot out of her body, she didn't complain about anything to me, she didn't even make a little scandal... To me, that was a “green sign”.
I followed with my toe stuck up the mulatto's ass, giving him a rhythm to get in and out in the middle of it. It was like I faked anal sex over the fabric of her dress. Then this woman decided to take a blanket that was in a suitcase placed on the floor. That got your ass off my back. However, she went back to the position she was in, sitting completely on my foot. It hurt me a little bit, but the bastard was talking louder. Finally, she covered the whole part under her body, protecting her legs from the cold. However, my foot was also covered and hidden from possible flagrant looks. I think almost half of her left buttock was out of the seat because she crossed her leg and threw her ass out of the chair. I pushed everything I could into the center of that hole, staying in that position for a long time. As there's always a "fucking duck" in life, the driver who was waiting the time to drive decided to go to the bathroom, passing the hall with everything and trampling my legs. The asshole didn't even ask me to "license", nor "sorry". I got a hard-on and molassed inside my underwear. Meanwhile, I took a quick peek at the front seats. I had the impression that João was giving a beautiful backbone to his aunt's avant-garde and cute butt, because one was fitting into the other. The guy was really crazy about her...
Before the bus stopped scheduled, it was impossible to resume the mood of dirty with the mulatto, because the same driver who hindered me decided to chat with the “my believer” and another who had sat there. In the prolonged conversation, the driver claimed that he had slept all afternoon, being ready to “take the wheel” soon. They kept talking nonstop. Of all that interruption, I just found it interesting that you discovered the mulatto's name. It was Adriana!
I was still scattered over the two armchairs, looking right at her. Adriana didn't pay any attention to me until the time of the driver change. Yes, it was a thirty-minute stop for the passengers to eat and drink or go to the toilet. Adriana got off the bus, but before that she gave me a discreet smile, like she was teasing me. My colleague John continued to sit, but his aunt had come down with other people. Crazy about your mother's sister, he said he was getting along with her.
Adriana returned to the bus, talking to the same “Creente sister” who was in previous prose with her and the driver. That conversation seemed like it would never end, because that colleague sat next to Adriana in the chair by the window. “My mulatto” continued in the seat on the side of the corridor. She sat down, repeating the same position as the first bolinad I gave her. Your bare back and your tight butt were facing me. Now, I was just waiting for the bus to leave to “retake sexual activities”.
It was almost midnight, when the driver “fucked up” turned on the engine and started on the “car”. We went back to our destination. The hall lights have been turned off. Up ahead, some evangelicals sang hymns of praise. Now, at the bottom of the bus, I'd stretch back over the two armchairs, trying to put my feet back on the ass and legs of the hot mulatto. Adriana looked like she was just waiting for the "coming" of my feet in her body, because as soon as I restarted my sexual harassment, she tried to cover every part under her body, trying to hide what happened between us. My feet would walk at ease through your ass under your dress, touching, from time to time, your skin on your thick legs. This time, she allowed me to stick my foot between her warm thighs. Not only did she facilitate the entry of half my foot, she also kept shaking her legs. As far as I'm concerned, I'd drag that slutty mulatto into the bus bathroom to get hot behind her. From the beginning of the trip I suspected that all that serious mulatto was just a front. She had a whole mysterious face. Returning to my bold abuse with her, I was presented even more by my victim. Adriana threw more and more of her ass out of the chair, leaving it all free for my right foot. I took the opportunity to slide it right through the full length of your ass. She opened the space between her thighs a little, making it easier for my left toes to fit. In the middle, she was hot and sweaty. She was an absolute shameless bitch, letting herself fall apart and crouch over some weirdo freak and disrespecting the ring she was wearing on her left hand. Not to mention her religious issue... While all that was happening between us, Adriana continued to talk to the “Sister” sitting next to her. I couldn't take it anymore. My cock was throbbing and pounding hard inside my underwear. The bag was already showing signs of pain. Until, in a long and pleasurable groan, I came a lot with my feet stuck in that woman. What a wonderful feeling of danger and orgasm... I carefully removed my feet from inside the mulatto and its cover, and went to the sink of the bus to wash and clean my molasses...
Finally, after almost an eternity, Adriana could be alone on the two chairs she occupied, because her church companion decided to sleep in another seat. It was after 1:00 in the morning. The bus followed in total and absolute silence. John and his aunt continued in “full activity” in front of me, also semi-hidden by a blanket. Judging from their move, under there should be rolling “hand in that”, “that in the hand” or even, who knows, “that in that”... Suddenly, without uttering a single word, Adriana came to sit with me. You've already come pushing me into the window, putting your hand on my dick. It was caressing and arousing my limb in my underwear and shorts that I wore. When she felt that I was already very excited about the hard cock, she put her warm hand into my clothes, speaking almost in an imperative tone: “Put it out, because I want to suck it!” The woman fell all over my cock. He licked his little head like nobody else. I would gnaw myself, putting my log between my lips. I'd fill my whole dick full of saliva, letting spit down my thighs. By putting all my stiff cock inside my mouth, Adriana groaned a lot, letting out a muffled sound because it was almost suffocated and stuck with all the thick cock. I was completely crazy about that unexpected and sensational “evangelical mouthful”. Every fucking buried me that she gave her fleshy mouth, I pushed her head even harder for my cock. My new orgasm was announced, but I made a great effort to hold it. I wanted that “chummy” made by the greedy mulatto not to end anymore... Adriana gladly repeated: “HUMMMM... HUMMMM... HUMMM...”. Until it was my turn to whisper, over and over again, a single word, when the fucking thing started coming out of my dick in a good time: “Eat! Swallow! Swallow! Thus, being very “generous” and “ttentive” to that almost my order, she was sucking all my hot liquid, enjoying that “milk” that I deposited in her tongue. Adriana swallowed every last drop of sperm and washed all my dick with her saliva. No doubt, the best blow job my dick ever got. Before returning to her place, she looked cynic, spoke to me; “If you can handle it, then there’s more...”. I fainted from sleep and tiredness with a relieved feeling of “mission accomplished”...
I woke up with the light day outside. It was after six o'clock. We were in Governor Valadares' area for another driver change. Some people had breakfast. I went looking for a good bath to take the “sexual inn” from the night before. In the bathroom, my colleague John told me that he had shrunk and made fun of his aunt's thighs, for right under her covers, he climbed his brown skirt with his due permission and collaboration. According to him, there was only no anal or vaginal penetration, because his auntia “whore” was difficult and said she would never do that to her beloved nephew. If that was true, I couldn't understand her reasoning logic, because it suggested a hilarious situation. And then some questions were left unanswered... As the very John had told me, if she was a sexual maniac and had already had anal sex with some strange men, why not “give a gift” to her nephew? Didn't the evangelical precepts allow her to give a relative his ass? Why was it not “sin” for her, being married and believing, the fact of practicing anal sex with strangers? Well, in spite of this unusual behavior, the important thing is that João had enjoyed his morning of dirty bus. He told me he wanted to have a juice and then take a good night's sleep when he got back on the bus. I, who had already abused this “piranha” aunt of João, took the opportunity to tell my colleague all the details of my sexual adventure with Adriana...
Here we go, on our way to the northeast... I only realized with the strong and clear sunlight of the morning how beautiful Adriana was, besides being very hot, having a mermaid tail, allowing me to roll that same tail with my feet and make a unique “mouth”. There were many “qualities” of that evangelical mulatto, who, by the way, only with the day of course, I could observe that she reminded too much of a homonymous global actress named Adriana Lessa.
There was a “meeting” of some evangelical ladies, I believe they were all six believers, at the bottom of the bus, where some “sisters” prayed and talked about matters related to that trip they made. John's aunt, who was at that meeting, sat on the arm of a hallway chair. Turns out it was one of the armchairs I was occupying on the trip. I began to have strange thoughts and desires, because I knew about the “sexual curriculum” of that little ass. When I saw that sick ass, sitting and played in good size out of the arm of the armchair and into my space, I already had nasty ideas to mess with it. I pulled my torso up on the side of the window and stretched out my legs until they were both right under João's aunt's ass, but still not touching her ass. That was very easy, because she was sitting opposite her friends and with her back to me. I was pretending to read a book while I was directing my right toe to her ass. This “titia” realized, when my thumb touched her from behind. Slightly, she reached out to feel what was happening on her ass. The girl came to touch my foot, but she did nothing to get out of that initiated harassment situation, nor, at least, raised the wide tail of the arm of the chair, which would at least be the logical and expected of a woman of respect. So, while I “aunted” my book, I was fondly and lightly bollinating that powdery ass of my aunt’s aunt, who slept in the armchairs in front of us with nothing to know what was going on between me and her aunt. All my right toes “played” on that broad butt. The bitch did that nothing happened or felt, continuing to chat with the other believers. My boldness and disrespect for that woman were so great that I did not perform the slightest ceremony or had the slightest care to go already trying to stick my toe in your offered and used anal water. The slut got even more settled in the arm of the chair when she felt that my foot was glued to her ass, kept only by that ugly brown skirt and the supposed large panties she wore. After using your foot for more than five minutes on that believing ass, I decided to change position. I just sat in the armchair in the hallway, where her ass was leaning. I kept faking total compenetration in my book. Without any effort, my right-hand man would already rub that butt. I took my fingers to the middle of her ass, starting a slight sequence of caresses and caresses all over her buttocks. I alternated that sequence with ways to smooth his ass, pinching and fingering his butt. She talked, prayed, smiled... But he didn't come out of that armchair. I put my hand on the “potatoes” of her leg, feeling her skin warm. That was possible, because there was a space between the seat and the arm of the chair, where she was sitting. I started pulling your skirt back, pulling the fabric with my fingers. My intention was that there would be a space under her skirt, even if she remained seated on the arm of the chair. Supposedly, that would facilitate the entry of my hand into her back. She herself helped me in this “task”. Yes, for the “believer aunty” stood up and pulled the cloth out of the skirt out of the arm and onto my lap. It was like she was in perfect harmony with me, saying in gestures something like “Let me do this for you!”. So I had to make “the huge sacrifice” of putting my whole right hand under her skirt. I splattered all my hand on his warm buttocks. Now, it was the skin of my hand on the skin of your cute ass, even though I felt in touch the presence of a big panties, covering that big ass. In addition to the warmth of that evangelical ass, I could feel some chilly hairs on my fingers. So I went on with my groping, smoothing, pinching, and fingering that big ass. After a while, João's aunt went to the busum bathroom. Then she returned and sat in the same position where she was being bullied by me. Discreetly, she put her right hand back, as if trying to hide it from other “sisters”. Then the bitch opened the palm of her hand, dropping on my lap a large intimate piece of beige color, which I soon tried to keep in my shorts pocket. I became unbelievable, because the bitch had gone to the bathroom just to take her panties off. For the space under your skirt, I made it all over your right hand. Now it was skin on the skin. That believing lady seemed to burn down her thighs and back. She sweated and shriveled underneath with my touch and squeeze on her buttocks. I'd sink my fingers in that ass. I even put my middle finger in her hot water. Really, she was a real slut. We stayed in that delicious whorehouse until the time John woke up, rising from his armchair to go to the bathroom. She also got up from the arm of my chair, standing in the hall. I had come inside my underwear. John came out of the bathroom to talk to me without knowing what happened between me and his dirty aunt. After some time of talking to him, I drove up to the “consumer” bathroom and cleaned the meadeira that was on my dick and in my underwear with the beige panties of John’s aunt. I put that ugly, big lingerie in my pocket. After all, that was a souvenir, a souvenir, some kind of trophy I got from the little girl...
We passed the mining town of Teófilo Otoni. In a short time, we would already cross the border, reaching the state of Bahia. Now, it was already a thirty-minute stop to supply the busum, as well as the passengers' bath and lunch. While we were eating, João and I were talking about the fun it would be to arrive and mock in Recife and João Pessoa. I noticed that both Adriana and John’s aunt had bathed. However, the mulatto was still wearing the same dress. Auntie put on a white skirt and a blue blouse. They went to sit at the table, along with the other “sisters”. Adriana stared at me from afar, but I didn't lose the false air of seriousness. We all just had lunch. We got on the bus, which took the road to Victoria da Conquista, Bahia. According to the driver, the next stop would be late afternoon.
Adriana slept in the chair. John and his aunt talked in front of me. I heard music on a discman... Every once in a while, I'd give Adriana a little dry, but she was pretty asleep. Time was passing... Almost an hour later, silence inside that bus. Already with new dirty thoughts, I decided to return the “gift” I got from Joao’s bitch aunt. By making sure my colleague had slept, I went to the bathroom to take off my underwear. On the way back, I touched the aunt’s arm lightly and I handed my underwear to her hands. She turned down my gift, throwing him over my armchair. I insisted, throwing my underwear at her again, now over her head. We stay in that "play" game, give it back. Until she got mad at me, lifting up the bulky ass of the seat, passing over her sleepy nephew and standing next to me. Then she complained quietly; “I’ll throw it away!”. It turns out that all that confusion woke up my colleague. John caught your aunt with my underwear in her hand. The guy just stood there and didn't understand anything, but he understood everything. I mean, of course he realized there was something in the air between his aunt and me. Turns out, he got bored with us. John cursed his aunt out loud, waking up most of the sleepers. She was trying to explain the inexplicable, inventing guilt and excuses. He closed his face for me. He got up out of the chair and drove out in front of the bus, muttering a lot. Your aunt threw her underwear on me and went after him. Up ahead, they stayed a long time. She went back to her place, crying a little bit. John didn't want to come sit with her. Your aunt pointed her finger at me, talking. “You are to blame for everything!” Immediately, I showed him his panties that were in his pocket, answering in cynical question: “Are you sure about that?” She almost lost her color because she wasn't expecting that quick reaction from me. Next door, Adriana watched everything without a word. The weather was very heavy in that moment of confusion. I went to the bathroom and threw away my underwear for the window. For now, it was best to be quiet...
We stopped one more time. It was after seventeen hours and thirty minutes. Outside the bus, João and his aunt tried to get along. The driver's change had already been made. The bus would start. Aunt and nephew came hugging in the busum. Apparently, they were getting along. I didn't understand anything when you both apologized for the confusion. At that moment, I felt that John could get along definitively and realize the desire to screw his aunt. After all, it would soon be dark and everything would be more discreet in the dark. Just wait a little longer...
When the night blackness was already present for the whole time, I tried to give Adriana some squid. She kicked me out. According to her, what had happened before between us was past. She told me to leave her side and not try to exchange another word. The mulatto called me a pervert, disgusting, disgusting... Other adjectives are beyond my memory. I don't know why, but I thought she'd be more jealous than scared of me. Did she want total exclusivity from my dick on that trip?
With a certain polite Brazilian way, João asked me to pass ahead, changing chairs with him and his aunt. For me, that was the clear and obvious answer that my colleague would get along. Discreetly, I got up and switched places with both of them. Adriana sat in the window chair, placing her suitcase and other personal items in the hallway seat to try to keep her from getting near her. I decided to take a long and strategic time...
The road situation was horrible. Our bus went through many holes and improvised detours. Shortly after midnight a new driver change took place. A quick fifteen-minute stop. I longed for that last night inside the bus. In a few hours, we would be reaching the border of the states of Bahia and Sergipe. So, we're on our way, early in the morning...
In the backseats, I listened to John's aunt's muffled moans. Their bodies were almost completely hidden in blankets. I believe my friend had found a way and a position to screw his aunt. I noticed Adriana was sleeping with a heavy breath. With all the caution and skill I could, I took the things that were on the seat of the hall, passing them to the floor. Besides the suitcase, there were objects like hairbrushes, magazines, face towel... Already possessed by great aphoidity, I sat beside him. I touched your arm very carefully not to wake you. My bad intention was to make absolutely sure she wouldn't wake up easily with my future harassment. However, she almost jumped out of the chair when she felt my hand on her skin. Adriana threatened to open her mouth to make a scandal, but I held and pulled, firmly, her long black hair, whispering between her teeth; “Be very quiet if you don’t want to catch it!” She had the bug-eyed look. He could barely answer me, stuttering in a fearful voice a “it’s...it’s ceeerto!”. If she'd thought about it and wanted to screw me up, it's logical she would have made a big deal out of it. However, that mulatto believer proved to be at that moment a fragile creature, fearful and submissive to my commands. Or else she was a total slut, as she was with me the night before. Adriana only asked me to be discreet in case someone passed by, going to the bathroom. We cover ourselves completely, hiding our bodies from possible flagrants. I was just sticking my hand inside your dress, reaching for that wonderful pair of legs. Adriana held my hand between her thighs. I asked her to turn her body over to me, making her hot ass at my disposal. I managed with a certain sacrifice, to pull your dress up, making it easier for my thighs to contact her thighs. My hard cock, still kept in his underwear and shorts, was rubbing his ass hard. Adriana obeyed the rhythm imposed by my stabs in her ass. I was trying to be very caring to her. Several times, I noticed the chill on his back, his arms, his thighs... As I reached your ass with my hands, I could see the tiny size of her panties. Adriana shook when she felt my whole hand on her mulatto ass. At all times, I called her “boning”, “tasteful”, “safada”... I took my hard cock and put it between your warm thighs. At that moment, Adriana spread her legs and threw her ass at my body. I tried to rip off her panties, but she wouldn't let me, asking for everything to be the way we were. I tried to pull it by force, but the bitch released a "No" higher. Well, she stuck my thick prick between her thighs and felt a lot of fucking pouring in her skin. Even though I was madly trying to screw that evangelical lady, I had come to her thighs. We stood in that same position. I immediately thought that, at that very moment, somewhere in the city of Rio de Janeiro, there was an unsuspecting horn, for I had just shrunk and cum on his wife’s thighs.
Adriana turned to me. He lowered his head and put my muzzle stick in his mouth. With her tongue, she was cleaning everything that hadn't splattered on her thighs. I remembered the couple, aunt and nephew... How should their whoredom be? While Adriana “resucitated” my cock, I laughed silently when I thought that the back of that bus looked more like a whorehouse or a motel for evangelicals. My cock grew in the mulatto's mouth. The bitch licked everything with greed. I'd suck my tore, thirsty and greedy. We were interrupted by a “Sister” who went to use the bathroom. When the believer came out and passed through the hall, Adriana held my cock firmly in the palm of her hand, starting to jerk me under the blanket. At that very moment, she spoke; “When you come, let me know!” I enjoyed as much as I could all that jerking off I got. Adriana squeezed and shook my dick so hard that I thought she intended to pull it out. As requested by “my whore”, I warned you that my enjoyment was to come. So I had the privilege of feeling those fleshy lips sucking my dick until the joy came. Adriana swallowed with pleasure all the sperm coming out of my ass. I took advantage of all that bullshit, telling her, “What I really wanted was your butt!” She shook her head to the sides, making a negative sign, answering me: “That I don’t give to anyone... Or my husband. He already did it to me, but I didn't like it, because it hurt too much. I was trying to “make her head,” asking her if she was not curious to try anal sex again. Adriana told me emphatically: “NO! NO! No, no, no! My butt is only to provoke the perverts like you!”. That slutty bitch had the courage to tell me that she felt great pleasure and horny in teasing the guys who rubbed in her inside Rio's collectives, trains and subways. He concluded by saying that he loved having sex with his husband, thinking about the street perverts and remembering the dirty things they told him. For a moment, it occurred to me that she could be the “risk group” type. Everything was very easy between us in that bus. Besides, that "storole" of not having anal sex didn't really convince me... I've had enough sleep and tiredness, I went to lie in the armchairs next door. I pretended I didn't see John's aunt sitting on his lap, taking a stick in his ass. I think they'd lost track of the danger of a flagrant, because all they had to do was stare at them and realize they were crazy about pleasure. The dirty aunt of João gemia nonstop, “weathering the croquette” of the nephew... I put out a heavy sleep for good.
It was light day when I woke up. We were already entering Maceió. Adriana was out front, meeting with the other “Sisters”. She won't return to hers until the landing in Recife. John looked like a “dead person” scattered in the chair. The guy was done fucking his aunt. Your aunt had also gone with her colleagues. I was enjoying the fine