With love, there is no sin

I know that I may not seem very religious, but I have discovered a new satisfaction in attending the service with my boyfriend's family. I can't explain it well, but it seems that everything is more peaceful when I am with them. Everyone treats me very well, from my in-laws to my sister-in-law. She, then, seems like a new sister. It's like having a new family, except for the part where they fight with you. Of course, my boyfriend, Pedro, is something else. Always after the service I go to his house, where we date. Sleeping with him is the best part, even if you have to make an effort to keep quiet.
As for the service, yes, I like it too. I never thought they would have interesting messages, but today they intrigue me. I bought a Bible and always read a little when I have free time. Some of the stories there are very interesting. The only thing that bothers me is when the pastor doesn't go and his wife leads the service.
Always in those long dresses and her hair curling up to the middle of her back, Julianny had an annoying voice, always very thin, annoyance amplified by the microphone. I think her voice would be acceptable if it wasn't for the message of love that she insists on preaching all the time. I want stories that help me overcome my adversity, and not be hearing that I have to love my enemies or be forgiving to those who despise me. This woman is tremendously annoying, not just in the pulpit. She has a compelling mania for hugging people like it's the last hug on earth. If it wasn't for being with Peter later, I would have walked away as soon as she started talking.
After the torture of the cult, we went to Pedro's house, we all stayed together, both his parents and his sister, Patricia, we had dinner, we watched some movie until the end, when we went to sleep, yes, this is the best part of the night.
With his parents and his sister I saw a pair of sweatpants and a shirt of his, which is well loose on the body. Only when I sleep with him that I change for my "real pajamas", a set of shorts and blouse, more fair. The years of academy have left my body with very thick legs and a bulky belly button. Peter goes crazy when he sees me wearing that short short shorts, well tucked into my butt, and it does not take long for him to start grabbing me. His tongue enters my mouth as if he wants to devour me. His hands take over my butt and I slip. He is very fond of it and his footprint makes me excited in seconds. I flip around with which he pushes me into his pelvis. His short shorts and his cock in that little body keep jumping hard for him. I'm going to pull his legs out of my mouth. I'm going to make him fall out of my mouth, and I'm going to make him kiss my butt. Peter goes crazy when he sees me wearing that short shorts, well tucked into my butt, and it doesn't take long for him to start grabbing me. His tongue enters my mouth as if he wants to grab me, and he's trying to take me out of my room. He's trying to create a hard orgasm. He's trying to take me out of my room without any pain.
I was already without my shorts and panties, but he still took off my blouse. Peter likes to eat me naked. When he puts me on four I remember how crazy he is in my butt. It was a lapse of reason to turn my face back and ask him to go slowly, but it was in vain. A loud slap exploded in my butt making a bang that surely echoed throughout the house. Again I pray that his parents did not hear. Despite this, I cannot get angry, because deep down I like it. It is delicious to feel how much my body takes him seriously and makes me very excited when he takes control over me. I am his. All of him. From my butt up high and I feel satisfied to bring my face on the male bed. He bites the wall in an attempt to make silence and drown my groans. Peter, on the contrary, he could not sleep on my side, he just kisses me on the side of my bed with a loud noise that surely echoed throughout the house. Again I pray that his parents did not hear. Despite this, I cannot get angry, because deep down I like it. It is delicious to feel how much my body takes him seriously and makes me very excited when he takes control over me. I am all of him. From my butt up high and I feel satisfied to bring my face on the male bed. He bites in an attempt to silence and drown my butt. He bites me. He moans in a front of silence and drown my cheeks. He whining. He whispers in an attempt to make me. Peter, on the contrary, on the contrary, he could pull me, but he would sleeping on my side, but he would sleeping on my side, but he would be on my side, but he would be on my side, but he would be on the other side of my side of my side, with a little girl, with a cup and eat me with a cup of pain, a cup, a cup, and a cup, and a cup of his head, and make me, until he would be be be be be be be be, and he would be, like, be, be, be, be, be, be, be, like, be, like, be, and finally, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like,
It's like this every night, but the next day no one says anything. His family is very reserved and seems to respect me very much. No one makes any comment or anything about it. While Peter sleeps next to me, I wonder if his parents hear anything. Maybe they don't hear, because the room is farther away, but Patricia must surely hear the bed banging against his wall. Even more the clapping and the moaning. She treats me so well and I'm here, disturbing her sleep. So I had an idea. <unk> Does she like to listen? I masturbate watching porn videos, when I find a good one, why wouldn't she do the same? <unk> The possibilities arose in my head as the image of Patricia, with that black hair smooth down to a little under her shoulders, probably just sitting on the bed, or touching her body while everything was happening on her side. I immediately felt a sinister feeling in my mind that rose up and took the form of a crazy, sinister feeling in my finger until I realized that it immediately took the form of a sinister feeling in my mind.
Naked, horny, with my boyfriend sleeping there in front of me, and me with my face wet thinking about his sister. I love Patricia, but not like this. Maybe I wasn't completely satisfied and I could masturbate once more to have fun and sleep peacefully. Then the image of me and Patricia trying on clothes together comes to mind, and the image of her in her underwear invades my mind again. If not, she's in a bikini or even dressed, because she was always very elegant and it was nice to look at her anyway. Besides, since when do I have pleasure in looking at her? I don't like women, I've just been very well fed by Peter, why would I be thinking about my wife? My mind was sinking into doubts and I felt more and more anxious every time. I decided to drink a pajama water. With that mirror in my closet, Peter was alone in that dark room, and no one could see me until I decided to get out of the closet and drink any water, it's too dark.
I already knew that house well enough to be able to walk in the dark. The little moonlight coming through the windows also helped me not to stumble until I reached the kitchen, but it was the image I saw there that left me without a floor. Patricia was also thirsty and had gone there. She was wearing only a blouse, just like me, although a little shorter. The moon made me the whim to illuminate the fabric of the blouse to shape in that beautiful ass and still let me see a little of it. I wanted to calm my strange ideas and there is the temptation in front of me.
"Are you thirsty too?" said Patricia, noticing me when I believed not to make any noise.
"Yes, I think the meat was half-salted at dinner". I replied, making up any excuse.
That's what happens when my dad decides to help in the kitchen.
I loved her sarcasm. I could sit next to her all day just listening to her make fun of everything.
Don't talk about him like that.
You could try a little less, it wouldn't hurt.
I laugh, grateful that her father is sleeping so as not to hear me.
I should have worn pants before I left.
The comment was unintentional, I know, but it sounded so inviting at the time that I didn't think twice about hugging her.
I needed to warm up.
With that thank you I rubbed my thigh on hers.
Peter is sleeping?
Oh, yeah.
Apparently, you gave him work in bed.
<unk> My God, did you hear? <unk> Thanks to the darkness, she didn't see how much I blushed at that moment.
I always listen, my love, all the time.
I didn't know where to put my face, so I pressed myself even tighter against her body, rubbing my thigh even tighter against hers.
I'm sorry, I didn't know you could hear me.
Banging your bed against my wall, moaning like that, did you really think I wouldn't hear?
Excuse me, Patricia, I swear... I started sketching an explanation when she started laughing.
You think he's the only one who brings home a girlfriend, he's got to listen to me too, and I don't mind being discreet.
I laugh because I can't resist your sarcasm, even when I'm the target of it.
Is everything all right?
Yeah, it's good to know my brother knows how to make a woman happy.
Between one speech and the next, Patricia would turn a glass of water slowly. I would press against her body, taking advantage of her complaining about the cold. Her blouse went up with all that and I could feel her entire ass near my hip. The warmth of her body and the softness of those shapes excited me. It was difficult to control my leg, because rubbing the thigh on her body was delicious. Suddenly, she took one of her hands back, going around my body and groping my ass.
You're not wearing any panties?
I couldn't lie to her with her hand on me.
It's because your ice cream is piercing my ass.
I was so excited about that hug and I couldn't stop rubbing myself into it. All that confusion in my head came back and I took a step back, so she pulled me into her again.
You don't have to apologize, you can stay here, it's nice with you keeping me warm.
I was supposed to be quiet, and I was supposed to hold her while she finished her water and pretend like nothing weird was going on, but everything she said seemed inviting, and I don't know what was going on in there, but I felt closer to her than ever, and for a moment, it crossed my mind that she liked my touch, so I grabbed her ass.
<unk> Are you also without underwear? <unk> I asked, as I explored those delicious meats.
No, but with you hugging me like that, it must have all gone up my ass.
I took a half step back, and a little moonlight illuminated her fat ass, with her panties all tucked in, and I ran my fingers through the rubber bands, sliding down to the gutter, where all the fabric came together, and my fingers went up and down, releasing tissue from the panties, and I didn't have to, but I went back and forth with my fingers, feeling the most sensitive skin on her body, and she didn't complain, and I grabbed her panties, and I turned my attention back to her, and that's when I noticed that she was leaning against the sink by her elbows, throwing her hips backwards as she leaned, looking back at me as she bit the edge of the glass, which had run out of water.
Would you like some water too?
I said yes, and she poured me a glass, and as soon as I started to drink, she hugged me from behind, just like I did to her, but unlike me, she had her hands frozen by the bottle from the fridge, and she dipped them under my shirt, and that frozen hand on my belly ripped me all at once, and I sobbed, slyly, and cried at once.
Relax, my hands are warming up fast.
It wasn't that fast. Her hands gave me chills for a while. I tried to pretend normal while she drank my water, but it was hard. Patricia rubbed her thigh against mine and her hands slowly reached for my breasts. I felt her soft, tired breasts pressed against my back. With my blouse hanging down, I was naked from the waist down with her hips pressing on my ass. I just wanted to drink water, but I had to hold myself back so I wouldn't beg that woman to eat me.
<unk> You made it look so good, I wanted to feel the feeling too.
I almost asked her what she thought, but my sanity came back to me, and I still finished my water as slowly as I could to take advantage of the situation, and we went back to our rooms together.
If I were you, I'd wake my brother up and make him finish his work.
She went to her room and I went to Peter's, imagining a scene in which she invited me to come in. More than to drink water, I wanted to ease my confusion, but she only made it worse. How could Patricia let me touch her like that, she retaliated and goes to the room saying that I need to climb more with her brother? Was I the only one who got excited about it all? I went back to the room with the muzzle wetter than when I left. I was no good, I needed to have fun. Knowing that Patricia wouldn't get out of my head, I had to be thinking about her myself. I remembered her talking about the frost pressing on my butt and I had an idea. I took a fancy towel and used it to wrap a folded wrapper. I mounted it on top of that wrapper and in fact the towel left on that other towel with a pleasant texture to allow me to walk around rubbing it. So sometimes I used to get Peter's spine all over me? I went back to the room with the muzzle wetter than when I left. I was no good, I needed to have fun. Knowing that Patricia wouldn't get out of my head, I had to be thinking about myself. I remembered her talking about the frost pressing on my butt and I had an idea.
I woke up the next day, as I always do, after everyone else, and I knew the routine of that house well. My parents would be out and Peter would be at football. If anyone was there, it would be Patricia, which meant that it would be okay for me to go down to the kitchen and have coffee in my pajamas. Before, I was afraid that my sexuality had changed, that I was cheating on my boyfriend, but a new feeling was also emerging. Patricia's behavior intrigued me, because she didn't seem to care much about me, and it gave me the desire to provoke her, and pajamas were great for that.
I had my hair braided just to see if exposing my neck would provoke her. I walked into the kitchen and saw her. This time she was wearing pants, much to my disappointment. I said good morning, she answered naturally, as if nothing had happened the night before. My surprise came when I heard another voice, this well-known one.
Good afternoon, Amandine!
Julianny's voice had already been negatively marked in my memory and I couldn't help but recognize it. To make matters worse, she hugs me from behind in that scandalous way, which was more like Peter when he wanted to eat me. It seems exaggerated, but she actually glues her hip to my butt and pulls me against it. I bitterly regretted the bump when she decides to kiss my neck.
You are beautiful, Amanda.
My neck is sensitive and at the slightest caress, I melt. It was embarrassing the way I groaned in her kiss, even more in front of Patricia. To make matters worse, she wouldn't let go of me, kissing me more and scratching me all over. I was already confused about Patricia, and now I had the pastor's wife kissing my neck and I gave myself over to those caresses. After a while she finally let me go, but I still had to hear from Patricia some jokes about the lipstick marks on my neck. I accepted the jokes while making my coffee.
Even though Julianny had gone there to visit Patricia, the conversation between the two of them continued with me there. When I finished, the two of them went to their room and invited me to come in. If I were in my house I would refuse, but as I am always so well received there, I didn't make a mess for my sister-in-law.
After the time of initial embarrassment, I really began to look at this woman with different eyes. Next, talking banalities, she seemed like a normal person. Even the thin voice that irritated me now seemed sweet. Even the smiles were charming. Suddenly I felt silly, in front of two such admirable women. They both talked lightly, laughing at the gossip they told, until Patricia cited the case of two women from the church, who fell in love. The tone of the conversation changed at the time, becoming heavier, and I, in the midst of so many doubts, had to get involved.
Is what they did wrong?
Patricia remained silent, as if she had the same doubt as me. It was even strange to see that woman so confident, not having answers to something. Julianny, on the other hand, took a deep breath, let loose his hair and tied it again.
Come on. Our church has a lot of conservative people, a lot of people. So even for us, dealing with this publicly, it's a problem. People tend to say that the Bible doesn't condemn and that there's no sin when there's love.
How do you know if what they have is true love or just... depravity?
That was an odd question from Patricia, wondering if she thought I was a pervert.
It's hard to tell the difference between the two. Our body reacts to stimuli. If you're touched, if you read erotic stories, if you watch porn... all of that is a stimulus. But only a stimulus is something transient. When that stimulus comes from love, when it comes from someone you admire and you want to share that pleasure with them, it's something much bigger. I don't think it's just depravity what happens between the two.
I see, it just seems hard to separate love from desire.
It's because you can't control either one of them. I think deep down, you know that you love someone, in whatever form, you can't suppress yourself. Suppressing hurts, whether it's yourself or the other person. Maybe that's the real sin.
Julianny's words never sounded so wise to me, it all made sense at the same time as more doubts came into my head.
<unk> But what if I feel that way about someone else when I already have a boyfriend?
The pastor's wife looked at me with a smile.
<unk> If what you feel is love, then give love to her. I love my husband, and yet I love many people as I love you. I give my love to everyone, each in his own way. So I give hugs, I give kisses, I help those in need. I do everything with love.
Yes, you love people too much, but there's nothing sexual about it.
Who said no?
Even Patricia was embarrassed.
My husband and I are very well resolved, and we share everything. Every desire that we feel, even for another person, we share. This sometimes spice up our relationship. It makes everything very pleasant. Even small everyday things make our imagination fly and turn into a delicious fantasy that we share.
"But have you ever been with someone outside of marriage?" asked Patricia, with unusual curiosity.
Julianny took a deep breath before answering "almost". I had a great desire, but I was afraid it would turn into gossip.
<unk> So, you wouldn't be suppressing yourself, with the desires you feel? <unk> I asked.
Yes, but I also let it flow easily.
"Simply how?" asked Patricia.
Julianny was a well of wisdom and security, but at that hour she seemed insecure.
- You make us curious. - I commented.
You mean when you grab Amanda, it's because you want to eat her?
Julianny laughed, but she turned red, as did I.
It's nice to caress her.
The redness in my face was getting worse, I could feel my skin burning.
"Amanda, forget your sister-in-law's jokes, okay?" she said to me, as if she was trying to make something right. Don't run away from my hugs because of that.
Don't worry about it. She loves hugs. She hugs me in a way that seems to be confusing me with my brother.
I didn't know where to put my face at that moment, so I just covered my face with my hands and pretended I wasn't there anymore, and that's when I felt Julianny's body wrapped around me.
You know the sister-in-law she has, she's a pain in the ass.
I didn't resist, I just stood there, hiding in her breasts while Julianny brushed my hair.
I'll tell you something you shouldn't know, Patricia loves these hugs, but she asks me not to do them in public.
Julianny, I didn't mean to tell you that.
It's just a nice hug, or do you want to eat me when you hug me and that's why you want to hug me in secret?
The whole Patricia blushing thing was unbelievable.
She squeezes my ass when she hugs me, you know that?
<unk> Do you mind? <unk> I asked.
It's a nice touch, just like you snuggling on my breasts.
<unk> Sorry. <unk> I apologized, walking away from her
Don't apologize. I always squeeze you in every way. You can make love to me any way you want.
I looked at her and at that fat bust with her breasts concealed by a long, uncut dress. I reached my hand up to them and touched them. She opened a smile and untied the knots behind her neck, stripping them for me. They were beautiful, big and firm. I squeezed them and crawled until I brought my mouth to them. I sucked them one by one, with her stroking my hair. I felt her fingers on my chin lifting my face gently and I felt her lips on mine.
Isn't that wrong?
I feel love in your touch, with love there is no sin.
I'm still kissing her, all four of us in bed, a pair of hands reaching down on my ass and pulling off my shorts and panties, and it was Patricia getting me naked to squeeze my ass.
<unk> I said she liked ass <unk> Julianny joked.
Patricia took off her pants and panties and put them behind me, as if Peter were eating me, rubbing behind me while kissing Julianny on the mouth and I was nursing the pastor's wife.
"Come here, I'll show you something", Julianny said as she took off her dress and put on her panties. She made me take off my blouse and led me to lie on all fours on the bed with my butt facing her. Patricia watched the whole thing. I'd never done those things with a woman and I was anxious, not knowing what was going to happen. It was a surprise to feel the soft, moist touch on my folds.
"It's so nice when my husband does it with me. I want to know what it's like to do it with someone". Julianny said, before sticking his face up my ass again.
Peter had asked for my ass once before, but for fear I never gave in. It was certain that the whole stick would hurt me, but deep down, there was curiosity. It had nothing to do with pain. It was a gentle touch on the most sensitive parts of my body. I was there, in that position of absolute surrender, giving my ass to the pastor's wife. Every movement of that tongue in my folds seemed more magical than the previous one. I moaned uncontrollably, rolling my eyes at every obscene drawing that the tip of that tongue made on me. Julianny did not concentrate on that, sticking his tongue into my tongue, with my tail. I looked at Patricia, who was kneeling in bed frantically masturbating. Julianny's fingers possessed my tongue while I did what I wanted with my tail. I explored all the shapes of Julianny, in my mouth.
As soon as I fainted in bed, Patricia sat on all fours beside me. <unk> I want too <unk> said Julianny also attended her and I could see how wonderful this scene was. Patricia leaned on her elbows and had a thumb in her mouth. She didn't suck it, but held it between her teeth, in a lewd expression, just like when she was biting the glass the night before. That's when I was sure she'd had a boner while I was playing with her panties. Rather than bite her finger, Patricia rolled on Julianny's intrusive tongue. The scene was amazing, but I didn't want to just watch. I crawled up to my sister-in-law and kissed her on the mouth. I grabbed her boobs and I took her finger to her little finger. She could give it to me, but Julian was my little finger. So I grabbed her little finger, while Patrice was playing with it, behind my hand, and Julian enjoyed it.
The shepherd's wife then got up and went to her purse. She took a metal object, a plug, and put herself on the bed. <unk> Who will help me put this on? <unk> provoked.
We both crawled right into it, but Patricia grabbed the plug first, so I grabbed Julianny's thighs and shoved my face up her ass, and I felt every fold on my tongue and her sweet groan as she gave me her ass, and I kept sucking, but Patricia wanted her turn, and we started taking turns.
I'll have to enlarge it for when I tell this story to my husband, he'll definitely put it in here.
We laughed, but we obeyed. I opened her ass and Pericia pushed, slowly. The groans of the shepherd's wife began cunningly and at the end sounded lewd. The sight of her four with that plug buried in the ass was delicious. We kept on masturbating her until she glows in our hands.
Julianny kissed each of us and asked if Patricia had any more toys in the house. So she went to the wardrobe and came back with a box. From there, she took out a synthetic phallus, long, pink. <unk> Who wants to play first? <unk> She provoked.
I didn't say anything, I just took her toy and kissed her on the mouth. I remembered the hot fantasy that made me mock in bed alone, but imagining that I was active with Patricia. I threw her on all fours and pushed that consolation into her mouthpiece. I wasn't delicate and for her moaning, I didn't do anything wrong. Driven by the fantasy of dominating that woman, I pulled her by the hair and fucked her with that toy. I twisted my hand and held her by the back of the neck, forcing her to look forward while I looked in and out hard. I pushed hard until Patricia mocked and fainted in front of us.
As cunning as I've ever seen, Patricia gave me a delicious kiss, as if thanking me for the orgasm. She took the toy from my hand, and hugged me from the front. With those soft breasts pressed on mine, she began to shove the toy into my mouthpiece. Everything was delicious, and it was even more so when I felt Julianny's embrace from behind. The two women rubbed each other on my body, with Patricia fucking me with her toy and Julianny pushing a finger in my neck. "This little hole is mine only". Gemini uncontrollably, I struggled to touch them too. I was looking for their mouthpiece while they were fucking me, but I couldn't do much. In a short time, two holes filled up madly, groaning and shaking my body out of control. I covered myself while my two kisses recovered.
Church worship now became more interesting, not only for the following night, but also for the following mornings.