Thrusting over and over again, I let the sound of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy echo throughout the church. It’s a wet, steady sound; and, aside from our own fast breathing, it’s the only sound inside the church. It’s a perverse thought, and I can’t help but enjoy it; the church is always lively with preachers and priests, people singing hymns, or those quiet whispers of prayer?
?? But right now we’re the ones on the altar, and the only hymn we’re singing is one of lust and pleasure.
"H-harder," Clarise suddenly tells me, and I react without thinking; with one hand on the nape of her neck, I lean in and kiss her. As I crush my mouth against hers, I start thrusting as fast as I can, my cock flying in and out of her pussy so fast that I’m almost afraid she can’t take it.
But, judging by the fiery way she’s kissing me back… I guess I can say she’s taking it pretty well. After all, she was the one asking me to go harder.
"Oh! I’m gonna… I’m gonna -- FUCK!" she cries out at the top of her lungs, chuckling lightly as her pussy tightens up around my shaft. Her fingernails feel like knives on my back, but I don’t mind them; right now, the pain she’s inflicting ends up being translated as pleasure the moment it hits my brain.
"That was intense," she tells me, breathing hard. She trembles slightly as I slide my cock out, and them smiles at me. "Where are you going? We’re not done," she says, jumping down from the altar. I almost expect her to close the distance between us but, instead, she walks around the altar and positions herself behind it. Bending over, she rests her elbows over the red cloth and looks straight into my eyes, swaying her ass from side to side as she does it.
"I’m waiting…" she whispers and, once again, my feet act as if they have a mind of their own. I walk around the altar, my cock pulsing hard with each step I take, and I position myself behind her, taking my hands straight to her hips.
"You don’t have to wait anymore," I breathe into her ear, grabbing my cock and pushing it down. I only let go of it when I feel it right on the gap between her thighs, her pussy lips brushing against my shaft. She goes on tiptoes, and all I have to do now is thrust, which of course, I do.
I go as hard as I can right from the beginning, grabbing her by the waist as I ram my cock inside her pussy; my thighs slap her ass cheeks brutishly, and the sound of flesh on flesh travels down the long aisles like a sinful melody.
Gritting my teeth, I surrender to the unconscious urges of my body and free my mind. Right now, I’m not even thinking; I’m just doing, my body a vessel to the desire raging inside of me.
"It’s so… good," she moans as I fuck her, and I grin as I hear her say it. Opening my eyes, I allow my gaze to wander down to the empty rows of seats under the altar, and my mind fills that emptiness with memories from before. I imagine the church completely packed, thousands of people sitting down as they face the altar, and as I imagine that, I feel my thrusts growing wilder and wilder, the thought of having such an audience right now driving me completely mad.
Even though there’s no one in here but me and Clarise, I imagine thousands of eyeballs following every movement of our bodies. More than being a sinful thing to think about, it’s something almost too wicked for me to accept; yet, at the same time, it just spurs me on to fuck her like no one ever has before.
Holding my breath, I take one hand around her waist and allow two fingers to fall down to her clit. Pressing down on it as I thrust, my cock working her pussy in an almost feverish way, I start to feel her body tensing up. Her inner walls seem to close in around my cock, choking it viciously, and I have to take one deep breath to stop myself from coming.
She doesn’t do that; instead, she screams loudly, her voice bouncing off the walls and getting back to us amplified. Bending over, she almost collapses on top of the altar, her body growing weak as spasms take over every single muscle in her body.
"Fuck," she hisses through her gritted teeth, glistening beads of sweat making their way down from her neck to her back.
"That’s what we’re doing," I whisper, grinning wildly. Then, without thinking about what I’m doing, I slide my cock out of her pussy and, grabbing her hips, make her turn around to face me.
"Yes, it is," she says, breathing so hard that her chest seems to be rising and falling almost erratically. "But now it’s my turn to fuck you," she tells me, grabbing my hands and forcing me to switch places with her. Now with my back against the altar, she places her hands on my chest and pushes me back against it. Knowing exactly what she wants, I jump up and sit on the edge of the altar; I lie down over it then, the hard red cloth brushing against my back, and she climbs on top of me with cat-like movements.
What was supposed to be a church, has now turned into something straight out of a pagan temple: I’m lying down on the altar, my hard cock pointing up, and she has placed her knees on either side of my waist, straddling me.
"I want you to cum inside of me," she whispers, grabbing my cock and brushing its tip along the length of her pussy. "I want to feel your seed dripping out of me." Swaying her hips, she teases me mercilessly, threatening to allow my cock inside of her at any second, but never really going through with it.
"Ask and it shall be given," I tell her, repeating that passage from the New Testament word for word. With that, I hook my fingers on her hips and push her down, thrusting upward at the same time.
My cock parts her inner lips in a fraction of a second, and I sheath it up to the hilt inside of her pussy. Arching her body, she throws her head back, her hair cascading down her shoulders as she lets a string of moans escape from her lips.
Pistoning into her with a kind of savage violence, I reach for her breasts and flatten my hands against them, massaging her flesh and brushing my fingertips over her hard nipples.
"I want you to cum," she repeats, leaning into me and digging her fingernails into my pectorals, doing it hard enough to draw blood, or at least to leave a nice red memento of what we’re doing right now. "Cum, Connor … cum for me," she repeats, and her words seem to wrap themselves around my mind like a blanket.
Closing my eyes, I start fucking her with abandonment, beads of sweat dripping down from my face and falling onto the altar cloth. My muscles seem to be burning with the effort, but I don’t stop; instead, I go even faster, pushing through the pain and exhaustion, ready to give her exactly what she’s asking of me.
"Oh, God, I’m --" I hear her say, but the end of that sentence is replaced by a moan so loud and high-pitched that I feel my skin prickling. Her pussy tightens up around my cock once more, and it does it so fiercely that it feels like my cock is stuck into a vice. Feeling that tightness around my shaft is enough to make me explode.
"Fuck," I groan, feeling as if a column of hot blue fire is dancing up my spine, its flames lapping at my body and turning it into ashes. My cock starts spasming hard, shaking against her tight inner walls, and I feel my cum traveling upward the length of my shaft. Next thing I know, my cock is gushing all of my seed into her, each spasm of mine unleashing a veritable river of semen into her.
We’re cumming at the same time, and it feels as if bolts of lightning are exploding all over our naked bodies, electricity enveloping us both. And, with each spasm of my cock, that electric feeling seems to intensify more and more. Fuck, and I’m cumming so much that I can already feel my semen dripping out of her pussy and down the length of my shaft, pooling around the base of my cock.
"You did it," Clarise chuckles softly, pushing her hands against the altar as she raises her hips. My cock pops out of her fast, and I feel my heart skip a beat as I see my white seed dripping down her inner thighs. "But now look at the mess you’ve made of me…" she continues, kneeling between my spread legs and taking one hand to her drenched pussy. Using two fingers, she scoops up a thick strand of semen and, without taking her eyes off mine, she raises her hand to her mouth and slides her fingers past her lips.
"Mm," she moans, sucking her fingers dry. Then she’s back at it, scooping one more strand of cum; this time, though, she doesn’t take her fingers to her mouth. No, she leans into me and, using her fingertips, she brushes my own seed over my lips, painting them in white.
"Get over here," I growl, grabbing her hand and pulling her into me. She comes willingly and, realizing what I want, she places her knees on either side of my head. Lowering herself over my face, she rests her wet pussy right on my