I really [F]ucked a [M]ormon girl

I don’t think this is the most ‘sexy’ thing I’ve written, however it is **definitely** an interesting story. In my opinion, I think that makes it better… Unlike previous stories I’ve written, there will be no **THE SEX STARTS HERE**, you’ll understand as you read it.

If you’re unfamiliar, the large LDS (Mormon) population in Utah isn’t actually in Salt Lake City. It’s actually more heavily spread in the surrounding areas, such as the Wasatch Valley. In addition to being the home of Brigham Young University, Provo has the highest number of Mormons per capita anywhere in the world. I was sent to this bustling metropolis for a work trip for 2 weeks. To spice up an otherwise boring and uneventful trip, I decided I had to fuck a Mormon. Now I know what you’re thinking; if she fucks you, she’s not a real Mormon. I understood that going in, and in my mind, it made this little ‘challenge’ even more interesting. I was determined though, and so began my hunt. Like any modern man looking for a hookup in a city dryer than the Sahara, I turned to the tried and trusted Tinder. Now, I’m an attractive blonde haired blue eyed man, and in Provo, Utah, that’s all it takes for your profile to be swarmed with matches. I’d estimate by Friday of that first week, I had probably 500 matches. As a girl, that may not seem impressive, but as a guy, that’s leveling unheard of territory. While I may have had lots of matches, I was shocked at the number that were Mormon. I thought for sure this type of activity was strictly forbidden by the Church. It turns out it isn’t, so long as you put ‘Looking for Marriage’ in your bio. Who knew? While I was flattered at the number of Mormon girls who would be interested in marrying me, I was on a mission (no pun intended). I knew this would be hard, but this was proving harder than previously anticipated. The few conversations I did manage to have fizzled out very quickly once they found out I wasn’t Mormon, or was only going to be in town for two weeks. This is, all but one.

Enter Emily. I don’t think Emily was very interested in her LDS faith, but she sure seemed Mormon to me. She was 22 years old, a BYU student, had recently returned from her mission abroad, and, most importantly, down to hook up. Physically, she wasn’t a model, but she wasn’t ugly either. Emily was black, about 5’4, curves for days, large beautiful lips and an innocent looking face that I was all too keen to corrupt. Objectively, I’d rate her a 6. We chatted off and on, and decided that on Sunday night we’d meet for a drink at the bar in my hotel, and head back to my room if the vibe was right.

It was a long weekend for me; between the weekend work I needed to catch up on, the partying, and anticipation for what was to come, I couldn’t wait for it to be Sunday evening. Finally the night arrived, and I was unusually nervous; maybe because I was worried about getting caught and teased by my co-workers, maybe because I knew how bad I wanted this to happen. Either way, I was excited. Emily arrived right on time, and we headed to the bar and we ordered a drink and then snuck into a booth. It was refreshing to have a genuine conversation with her, and honestly, part of me felt a little guilty. This girl was so incredibly sweet, and I knew that I would be defiling her shortly.

After finishing our drinks we decided we’d like to head upstairs. My heart was pounding, this was really going to happen. If I got caught walking a girl into my hotel room by my co-workers, they’d never let me live it down. Thankfully, we made it in my room without incident. We sat on the couch and made small talk for a bit, and I could sense the sexual tension. I didn’t want to overstep my bounds with her, but she thankfully soon gave me that look all girls seem to give you when they wonder why you’re not making out with them. Thats all it took for me. I wasted no time, and soon our tongues were intertwined. While I knew she wasn’t a virgin, she left much to be desired in the kissing department. Looking back, this was the first of many ‘light bulb’ moments, but I was too busy thinking with my little head.

We were soon quickly naked on my bed, and I was impressed by how nice her body really was. The pictures she posted on her profile were tasteful, but modest, and because it was snowing outside, she was bundled in a large winter coat. She was the definition of slim thicc with a fat ass, wide hips, and large breasts. I began sucking on her large nipples and she was in clearly in ecstasy. After she couldn’t take it any more, she decided she wanted to blow me. I give this girl an A for effort; she was sloppy, slurping and enthusiastic. She even tried to deep-throat me. While I give Emily an A for effort, she hadn’t quite learned that teeth hurt. A lot. I probably made it minute before I lied and said I needed to taste her. She didn’t object to this though, so I made my way down to her perfectly shaved innie. It looked nice, and it definitely felt tight on my middle finger as I entered her, but something was… *off?*, it’s hard to say what exactly. She didn’t taste bad, but she surprised me with how she tasted. It was a taste I hadn’t tasted before or since. I guess the best way I can describe it is the shock you get when you go and drink a big glass of Gatorade the morning after drinking only to find out there’s vodka in it from the night before. But I digress… I probably stayed down there for 2-3 minutes before she got nice and wet and said the words I so desperately wanted to hear this trip, “I’m ready”.

I slipped the condom on and prepared to enter her missionary. Her previously innocent face now displayed nothing but lust and desire. She wanted this as bad as I did. I lined myself up at her entrance and slowly tried to slide myself in. She was really, really tight, but I managed after 10-15 seconds to get all the way in. I gave her a few short gentle strokes before going all the way in and bottoming out and hearing something that shouldn’t have surprised me

*“Ow”*

It’s not the first time I’ve heard that, but this was different. Most of the time when a girl says “ow”, it is in response to a good type of pain she’s feeling. This was different. Her pussy clamped on me and basically pushed me out. I quickly realized that this wasn’t going happen… She got really embarrassed and begin apologizing profusely, saying it had never happened to her before, she wanted to continue, etc. While I wanted to continue too, I knew her body just wouldn’t let her, and there was no way I was gonna put my cock back in her mouth, so I just said not to worry about it. She was blushing uncontrollably, but told me she appreciated what a gentleman I was about it. I have no idea why, but I offered to let her spend the night. I think I did it to show her I wasn’t mad, which truthfully I wasn’t, but I really didn’t want her there any more. I wanted to masturbate and sleep. Alas, she took me up on the offer and tried to cuddle with me all night. It was miserable really. I had blue balls, I was tired, and now I a sad girl snuggling me. Thankfully I was able to get her out around 6:30 AM, giving me enough time to clear my pipes before my before work shower.

Emily texted me later that day to thank me for the fun evening, and to apologize again. I re-assured her I wasn’t mad, and was relieved that she also didn’t think we should try for a round 2. As you can see, it’s not exactly the sexiest, however it is an excellent story nonetheless. Fucking a dirty Mormon girl, even if it was for only 15 seconds, is definitely one of my prouder sexcapades.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k3m0aj/i_really_fucked_a_mormon_girl