Profaning the Sacred Ground (Losing the Virginity of the Kitchen in the Church Parking Lot)

By adventure.ctba Hi everyone, I won't mention names, church, or exact location to preserve the identities of the people involved, anyone who wants to know about us, visit our page we'll love it. When it happened, I was 18 years old and we were newly married. We lived in a small town in the interior of Paraná and we met through family friends. My husband was not used to attending churches, but due to the demands of my parents, he had to "convert" to get their consent to get married, Evangelical things. The fact that I married a virgin did not prevent our sex life from being absolutely intense and pleasurable, that's the advantage of having a much more experienced man as a husband. At first I was very shy and insecure, because the subject of sex at home was out of the question. My mother was very reserved and I don't blame her, because she was raised like that. The long dresses hid the contours of my body, but my husband taught me to value myself more, always praising me and increasing my high self-esteem. He made me realize how sexy, desirable, attractive a woman could be without being vulgar. I love my full, hard breasts and my fleshy butt drilled into a thin waist, well-turned legs and thick thighs. Since we got married we got a little bit away from the church, precisely because our sex life ran away from the standards of Christian marriages. I talked to my friends about the delights we had in bed and they always scolded me, but the culmination was when the husband of a friend confessed the desire to have anal sex with his wife to the pastor. He thought it was absurd and advised them not to commit this sin and arranged one of the couples to talk twice about it. My husband every time we tried to fuck eat my ass, but it hurt a lot and we ended up giving up, because his is very thick. The desire to feel my husband's dick in the bottom of my cube became more and more strong and uncontrollable, of course we tried to continue, it was only a matter of time to get our dick. At that meeting the pastor spent the whole sermon condemning sexual practices outside the Christian orientation. He said that it was a sin for a man to suck a woman, and a woman to suck a man! That the penis could only enter the vagina, sex was only for procreation, that anal sex was an abomination and the devil's thing and blah, blah, blah! I realized that my husband was restless, in fact he was very excited. The pastor's sermon was having the opposite effect on him, I saw the volume that his dick made in the linen pants that he was wearing, his dick was huge so hard and he was unable to disguise it. Seeing my husband's condition, I was also very excited and my pussy had already started drooling and even wet my panties. The more the pastor talked, the more impure desires populated our heads, that sermon was being an aphrodisiac for both me and my husband. I was crazy to feel that roll on me, but we had to at least wait for the meeting to end, but my husband didn't share the same thought with me, because suddenly he got up using his coat to hide his erection and pulled me by the arm. Everyone at the meeting must have thought that we stood up in shame, but it was really hard. Our craving was so strong that we couldn't even get home, and enjoying the darkness of the night, right there in the church parking lot, he grabbed me. My husband always had a strong grip. His kiss was voracious and dripped all over me, both the face and the panties. My husband passed that hot tongue down my neck, up to my ear and back to my mouth where our tongues fought fiercely. With my husband leaning against the car, it made it easier when I pressed my body against his. Feeling his hard rubbing my pussy, even on the clothes, made my body shiver and increased the desire to fuck him there. I made a tremendous effort trying to restrain myself, but he didn't pass. He squeezed his hands all over my body, my thighs were huge, he pulled me up, he squeezed me, he grabbed my ass, and oh, what a strong feeling it was to be in the sacred environment of help! Oh, what a feeling it was to be in the sacred environment of help! My husband wasn't there for nothing. He climbed up my skirt, rubbed his hand very willingly on my butt, bucket, pulled my panties up at once, making all the fabric go into my groin. He pulled my hair with one hand and ran his finger between my butt with the other. His mouth now said that I was a holy whore, now he wet my ear with that delicious tongue. With my butt out in the parking lot of the church, I no longer made a plea, I put my hand inside his pants and brought me that thick roll, it was full of vein and very hard. He punched me while he put one of my breasts out. Seeing that stick and not having it inside me brought me anguish. I stood with my back to him, my butt squeezed his hard tape and he turned his eyes. His hands were free to boil my breasts with will. He squeezed in a way that made me lose discretion and groan harder. One of the hands that was rubbing the beak of one of my breasts went down my belly and reached my little mouthpiece that, even under the panties, dripped with desire. He deftly pulled his thumb away from my panties, used his index finger and ring finger to separate the lips from my pussy, and with his middle finger, ah, that finger, smoothed my clitoris, first gently, then very voraciously, ah, I trembled when I mocked. I was afraid I'd have a piece in there, so I opened the car door, got in, sat down, and pulled him towards me. He was going to come in, but I pulled him right in front of me, unbuckled his belt, and his pants fell at his feet. I quickly released his dick from his underwear, punched it a little bit, and put it right in his mouth. I tried as deep as I could, and I choked on the feel of that roll in my throat, and I still had about four fingers of flesh left in my hand. I stayed with that monster as deep as I could in my mouth, and then I pulled it out and concentrated on punching the base of that stick while sucking his head. The noise his roll made when he fucked my mouth was too exciting, I used it to go harder and more willingly. He loved my dedication... he held my hair on the back of my head with his fingers and it stimulated me to stick his dick deeper and deeper into my mouth. The sweat mixed with my saliva and flowed down my chin, my makeup was all blurry and my hair was messy. I looked like a whore at the end of the case and that's exactly how I felt. That's when he held my neck and my neck at the same time and I was surrendered to his commands. He began to punch his dick into my mouth with his bag hitting my chin. I heard him groan and say: - Here's your tramp, that's how you like it, eh, you prick? - Swallow my dick you worldly, I'll mock in your mouth, piranha! Whenever he wanted to vomit, I'd beat his ass and he'd slow down, but then I'd encourage him by looking at him with red eyes and bubbles running down his chin and teasing him by saying, Fuck my mouth, you dog, what a delicious dick, then spit on his dick and poop again. When he was about to make fun of me, he pulled me out of the car, sat me down in the passenger seat and pulled me up on top of him, and I walked up to him and I leaned in front of him, but I wasn't going to let him eat my bouquet, I had plans for that night, and when it was time to sit in that fucking chair and feel that stick rubbing against the entrance of my xanax, I looked into his eyes and whispered in his ear, - Today I want to try back again, fuck my fucking ass! I took advantage of the fact that his dick was moist with the fluids of my vagina, I spit again in my hand and wet the middle of my ass and sent his dick to my butt. When I felt his head at the entrance of my butt, I took a deep breath, I searched his lips with my mouth and let go of my body. Although a virgin, this time my butt received that mast very well! I felt every piece of his cock as it slowly entered my butt. It hurt too much, but I wanted to do that more than anything. I groaned while his huge dick tried to stay inside me, but compared to his groans, it gave the impression that my dick squeezed his dick like such an oven that it seemed to hurt him, but also that he really liked to feel my cock receiving his roll. When he was inside, he looked at me and said: - I love you! You know, when you feel like a declaration of love comes from the bottom of your heart, then it just moved me so much, even though I knew we were desecrating sacred ground, I was giving my ass to the man in my life, and I had to do it right, no matter where. With my husband's cane up to his heel shoved up my ass, I started a shy tumbling tossing my waist back and forth, he moaning and sucking my breasts. My clitoris was rubbing against his pubis, which made me want to go more, and as I got used to the invader, I increased the intensity, varying the movements back and forth, back and forth, always with his dick all up my ass. My husband would squeeze my ass, call me a whore and slap me in the face, I was loving it all, it was all new to me. Suddenly a warmth went through my body and then a feeling of calm and the channel of my anus was expanding, I was enjoying the ass for the first time, what a wonderful feeling, it seemed that in that place everything was more intense. After I enjoyed it, it got even better for me, the pains disappeared giving way to pleasure, so I decided to extrapolate to also give pleasure to my man. I rode with my ex-virgin cousin on that shameless roller, up and down as if I had spent my whole life giving him my ass. My husband was amazed by my performance, he stopped everything I was doing to enjoy my ass fucking his roller, he did nothing but roll his eyes and whimper softly, almost inaudible. Maybe asking him not to stop, in doubt I continued. I lifted that roller almost inside of me and sat hard to the bottom, these movements swayed my breasts in a very sensual way. I was feeling very good about it, I felt powerful, a real amazon riding his stallion. My husband's roll entered my ass tightly, deeply and firmly. When I felt it was his turn to mock, I leaned with my knees on the bench to have more control over my body and concentrated the strokes on the head of his stick. He went into delirium, groaned loudly and uncontrollably, I had better make him mock right away, before someone caught us. I accelerated the movements and contracted my cousin's folds to help him, he did not give another, in a few minutes he mocked like an animal. While my husband was mocking, he screamed and squeezed my butt hard, which was full of my shit, so I fell unconscious on him. We stood there for a while until the automatic lights of the parking lot began to light up. I quickly closed the door of the car and my husband jumped to the driver's seat. We managed to sit on the side of the house, with flowers on my butt, and a happy smile on my face, for the first time. That night changed our lives, we stopped being modest, we gained experience and opened our minds to sex, we're still together today and we're very happy, we occasionally bring other people into our relationship, always with mutual consent and respect, no regrets and no betrayals, we live exclusively to make each other have wonderful, intense orgasms. If you liked the story vote, comment, these small gestures serve as an incentive for us to continue writing about our adventures and fantasies.