I like going to church. I couldn't stand it before, but now I love

On Sunday morning, I get out of bed in high spirits, I do not rest, as usual, lazily lingering, and bend down, arms crossed, take up the hem, and with one movement over my head I throw off my nightie to the floor, and running to the bathroom. Pee-pee, then a shower, quick, not like usual, without any games - undermined, refreshed and that's it. While pacing from the bedroom to the bathroom, I find brushing my teeth, a little more attention to the hairstyle and makeup (quite modest, really). I put on a bra and panties, put a gasket in them - you have to sit, and today I am so excited that at any moment I drip like a bitch. Belt, dark, tight stockings, blouse with long sleeves, long skirt below the knees. Top woolen sweater and low heel shoes - why not a nun?

In the church, I am like an exemplary, modest sheep, shamefully, but I am greeting all of our acquaintances without any cheating, standing with my eyes down, a little to the side of my husband, while he exchanges news with friends.

“Oh, what a wonderful wife you have, so young and so modest!”, The old, gray-haired church activist admires, flattering my husband. That turns pink from complacency, will love the old woman in response, and is inflated like a turkey, from complacency.

- “Swim, swim, God's dandelion”, I whisper to myself, dropping my eyes even more. Finally everyone sits down and the service begins. Tall, slim, so 35 years old, with thick gray hair (no, rather painted under gray hair) beard, the pastor of our “First Presbyterian Church,” comes out and starts his usual religious bagpipe: don't kill, don't steal, don't desire your neighbor's wife. In the first row sits his pastor, still not at all old, but already exhausted by numerous genera, dry and flat, like a washboard. The pastoral bosom's wide sleeves swing to the beat of his words, and I plunge into a drowsy state, still hear his voice, but from a distance, and no longer understand the meaning of his speeches

During the day on weekdays, there is almost never anybody in the church building, the door is not locked and I sometimes come here from boredom. The church is old, beautiful, inside a specific church smell and coolness. Always fresh flowers and unblown candles in massive candlesticks on the table, where there is a large gilded cross. Empty benches look strange, singing the choir does not violate peace and quiet - God rests from his labors. Suddenly, a crazy thought comes to my mind. I walk up to the table, lay down on it, face down, spread my arms wide apart and firmly grasp the edges of the table. My breasts flatten out on a hard, smooth surface, my nipples harden. I close my eyes and indulge in sweet dreams. I imagine myself as the Virgin Mary, and that the holy spirit is about to take hold of me. I lift my skirt to the waist, exposing (I don’t wear shorts in summer) my white, slightly full buttocks and again grab my hands on the edge of the table. I imagine how the holy spirit enters into me, filling my whole being with me, I am incredibly hot, the desire is so unbearable that I start to step over and move backwards towards the imaginary Holy Spirit. The vulva is swollen and oozing, so it is almost wet to the knees. But I can not finish, something is missing.

But what is it? The holy spirit materialized! I hear rustling and breathing behind my back, I froze, eyes closed, I hid and hardly breathe. Now he is next to me, now he has knelt behind me, I can hear his heavy breathing on his buttocks. God, what is he doing! He prays on my naked ass, like an icon! I hear the prayer of the holy and blameless Virgin Mary. His lips and tongue greedily plunge into my melted, opened, like a rose, crotch. ABOUT! how greedily he licks and sucks my vulva and anus, as if hungry for two thousand years - now he will not stand it and cry out his teeth. I am all yours, take me, tear your teeth with my tender, sensitive flesh, devour like a wild hungry beast.An incredible orgasm shook me, it began with an unbearable tickling somewhere in the tailbone, then spread to the inner and rear surfaces of the hips, knees. The vagina and the anus began to shrink concurrently in pushes, throb in agony, faster and faster, a shiver ran down my back to the back of my head, my legs weakened and buckled. I screamed, if not for the table, I would have fallen. No, it was not all, it was only the beginning. He got up from his knees, raised my armpit jacket to me, opened the bra, released my chest. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed how he picked up a cassock, under which there was nothing, pulled out a huge, with a blue, shiny head, penis, like a stallion and entered me with a sweep. Oh, my poor tiny, tender, as you did not break, how could you take this fat man with a head the size of my fist and an even thicker trunk. This pig! How hot he was! My very temperature there was like in the tropics, but his cock was even hotter - he burned me, tore apart, moving back and forth like a piston, squishing and smacking when he entered completely, my uterus shifted and my stomach appeared strange feeling of emptiness and tickling. My first orgasm was nothing, compared to the second, which occurred immediately without any break, the anus twitched again and began to contract, the cramps squeezed and unclenched vaginal muscles. I didn’t cry out anymore - I screamed in a voice, with a gasp, with all the might of my lungs: “Oh my God, my God, my God, my God! Ebi, me, my God, fach me, dry me! ”- Oh! as I screamed. Paroxysms of orgasms followed one after another, my legs cramped, I just went on the table forward and back, forward and back. His hair was soaked with sweat, stuck together, confused. I do not know how long it lasted - an hour, maybe more, but I was already so exhausted that I just turned off at the top of the next orgasm, lost consciousness.

I came to myself, lying prone on the bench, the skirt was pulled up, the blouse was lowered. I could hardly get up, staggered out of the church, unwittingly adjusting my hair and clothes on the move. I reached the car, opened the door, threw the seat back, plopped into it, as if knocked down, and fell asleep ...

I returned home only in the evening, it’s good that my husband, as always, was away ...

A pastor's voice broke through the slumber. I finally came to my senses and then closely followed the course of the service. The pastor spoke and spoke, smiled to everyone at once and to each individually, again something about marital fidelity ... Interestingly, is he naked today under his casket? ...