*The Spicy Interview* – an FLDS Porno

Q: *Due to my experiences with inexperienced men, I sometimes end up chatting with women who have similar…hobbies. I thought this story was especially good, but the interviewee (H) did not want to post it to her account, so she gave permission for me to do so. Some small details have been omitted for privacy reasons.*

H: I found myself going down a crazy Mormon rabbit hole recently in Utah.

Q: *Ugh…Mormons*

H: I ran across a man in his late 30s; his wife had passed away and he just seemed kind of lost and I reached out to him and he was very nice at some point I got to see a photo and he was a good looking fellow. Mostly just friendly chat and advice but it was really clear that he had grown-up very differently, he referred to it as a fundamentalist type of latter-day Saints up bringing. He had 2 sons, 18 & 19.

At some point he started opening up about his wife and the kind of relationship they had, things they had and had not done and things he thought he wanted to do and didn’t get a chance to. He confided that they had sex twice a year, or 30 times in the 15 years they were married.

Q: *Good grief.*

H: I’m not sure why it seemed like a good thing to do but I wound up going down for a visit. I didn’t really plan on spending the night; it wasn’t like that or maybe I just thought it wasn’t like that.

It all seems well and good we wound up having dinner and played some games board games old-school with pieces and everything and he wound up convincing me to stay over because it was over an hour back to where I was staying. I was getting settled in and returning some text messages and emails and he came in to the sewing room and asked if we could talk I said yes of course and he sat down on the bed and at some point it was kind of laying on the bed next to me on the blankets. We chatted for some time; I think I was rather fixated on the lack of physical affection, even kissing, in his marriage.

I asked him if he wanted to kiss me and he said he did and I felt like a 12-year-old. He asked me whether I knew what soaking was and I thought perhaps it was time for a bath.

He kind of explained [it](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soaking_(sexual_practice)) briefly and I told him we could do that. He got up and left the room I wasn’t sure what the hell we were supposed to be doing and I was a little more than a little confused.

Soon he came back with this…robe? for me. I’m not sure how to explain it except it was a little bit like something you see in church except that it was split up the front.

Q: *Yeah I’m laughing, I’m sorry*

The way the robe was split allowed one to lay with your legs apart without exposing yourself. The room was dark and without much moonlight I couldn’t see anything although I could tell he had come in the room and was approaching the bed.

He got into bed and laid on his back next to me for what seemed like a very long time although it probably wasn’t more than a few minutes. When he finally rolled over first sort of laying next to me and then perhaps the best way I can describe it was that he was planking, he was on me, on top of me but not with his body weight on me.

He was obviously quite physically fit but I’m not entirely sure what it was he was doing to hold himself up but at some point it was pretty obvious he was hard and found his way inside me.

I was doing a fair amount of wiggling but it wasn’t too many great success he was just sort of suspended and there was nothing to push back against. So at some point I’m going to guess this whole thing hadn’t lasted maybe five minutes…He pumped twice and he came and collapsed on top of me.

Q: *Dear Lord*

He fell asleep right away leaving me wondering what the hell just happened.

Q: *Did you leave?*

That’s really funny I thought about it but I couldn’t I got myself off a few times and I fell asleep next to him. It was really early I’m going to guess maybe not even 830 9 o’clock and had been dark for some time this is back in late January.

I think I would have been asleep for about an hour or maybe 90 minutes and I rolled over and looked at him laying on his back I could sort of see the outfit he had on….I guess the reason I couldn’t leave is I really felt sorry for him. There was a little piece of me that felt super flattered that he shared that with me but it wasn’t in anyway pleasurable aside from being new.

His dick was still outside this little flap in his clothes and I started playing with him. I was being a little rougher than I might otherwise be to get a guy hard.

I wasn’t sure whether I should go down on him but it seemed like the thing to do so I did and shortly after I started he woke up and I had to shush him.

I crawled on top of him and it felt like he was almost going to push me off of him but I grabbed his wrists tightly and pinned him down as I slid down his length. I thought about returning the favor and just sort of sitting on him for a while and I decided that wasn’t what I needed to do so I just started bouncing on his dick not knowing how long he might last….he started crying out to which I just went a little harder. This time he lasted maybe 3 minutes.

We did it two more times; once was a sort of modified version of his way with him laying fully on top of me and doing his best to do it our way and the last time with us spooning with me pushing back against him. The last two times he held his own. He wasn’t going to win any awards but he had a really nice lean body and a very long cock albeit a little thin.

I left to do some things in the city early the next morning. What made me go back I have no idea.

We played board games and ate dinner. It was a little bit different than the previous evening, the oldest son was sitting next to me and we were talking while playing more so than the night before.

We finished the dishes and wound up sitting around the living room telling stories and talking until it was time for bed.

Now, I’m feeling super shy about the rest of this thank you for being a good sport.

Q: *Oh you’re fine.*

When it was time for bed I went to the guest room and I was a little bit of prepared for an overnight visit I was able to brush my teeth and freshen up I still smelled like the dad’s….from the previous evening.

I had just turn the light off and gotten into bed and there was a knock at the door. It was the older son.

Q: *This is turning into a Mormon porno*

He said he just wanted to talk, and in particular talk about how to talk to girls. I told him that he should probably talk to his father. He said he *had* talked to his father and his father had sent him in to talk to me.

Q: *The plot thickens*

I wasn’t sure what to do or what to think and so I just kind of sat there listening offering what I could. I finally asked him what he really wanted to know and he told me he never kissed a girl, no surprise.

I asked him if he wanted to learn how to kiss a girl and he said that he did and so I moved over on the bed and invited him to sit down next to me.

Q: *This is like…creepy and adorable at the same time.*

It was super creepy and super adorable I still wasn’t sure what was going on with the dad but it was pretty clear by this point he wasn’t coming in my room he had gone to bed at least a half an hour before probably more like an hour.

And I like teaching boys to kiss.

Q: *I do too…but I typically don’t sleep with their dads* 😉

Haha yes that part was different. We spent a long time talking about how to know when it was right to kiss a girl and the kinds of expressions she might have on her face that tell you it’s OK which was super fun I don’t get to do that very often almost every young man I’ve been with his kissed at least one girl.

I gave him three possible scenarios generally saying good night after a date:

The Sweetheart scenario where one might put his hands on a girls face and kiss her on the lips but not offer tongue.

The “hey that was really fun” scenario where you have your arms around someone’s waist and kiss him deeply.

The “I am super in to you” arms around each other make out kiss.

He was a quick study, it was less creepy and more weird. I was still standing and he was kind of still leaning into me and I asked him if there was anything else he needed to know or wanted to learn. I could see him looking at my chest through my T-shirt so I sat him down on the bed in front of me and I pulled off my top.

I asked him if he wanted to touch them and he did. Unlike my experience the night before he was entirely curious and completely playful. After what felt like a good long time and I had had enough I pushed him back on the bed and unzipped his pants. Like his father he was long but quite a bit thicker; unlike his father he was uncircumcised.

I thought perhaps that he was going to try to pull away when he was ready to climax but he did not I wasn’t keeping track but it wasn’t three or even five minutes but at least 10, and I just thought to myself this is a whole new generation isn’t it.

We stripped the rest of his clothes off and got him on the bed and I asked him whether he wanted to kiss me down there, he just shook his head yes. He was on his back and I threw a leg over his shoulder and nestled myself down on to his mouth in the 69 position.

He actually gave me a small orgasm by sort of poking around on my clit with the tip of his tongue, I thought to myself we are going to have much work to do and then I realized I probably might not see him again and so it sort of didn’t matter.

I was super wet not just from what he had been doing to me but from the night before. I mean, I felt a little sorry for him licking me less than 24 hours after I had been fucking his father but he was oblivious.

Q: *Well it’s not like he knew any better*

H: Exactly, and at this point I was beginning to think this was going to be part of the landscape. He lasted quite a long time in my mouth I can tell by this point he’s ready and I start rocking back-and-forth, like I would post on a pony.

Q: *I think I’m enjoying this more than I should*

H: By this point I am having an amazing time and I am quite sure that it’s been something the father had planned. But if not, I was hoping that he wasn’t going to walk in and bust me fucking his son. He was hitting all the right spots and I had my second orgasm.

I could tell he was getting a little bit tense and there was some thing on his mind and I told him it was OK and he asked me if I was using birth protection (his words) and I just kind of had to laugh and I told him yes.

We wound up doing it one more time with him on top and behind me and then me on top facing away from him.

He went back to his room and I sat there in the dark trying to wrap my mind around what was happening. After about a half an hour the light in my room flipped on and off again almost immediately. There was a light tap on the door and I told whoever it was to come in.

Q: *O my word*

H: Any guesses who it was?

Q: *The other brother..?*

H: Nope, it’s dad again.

Q: *O my word.*

H: The light came on and he came in he had a very familiar looking bundle in his hand.

Q: *Not again* 😅

H: It wasn’t exactly cold in the house but it was January in Utah so there was a chill. I was naked except for the blanket which he pulled back with the light on and put the robe down next to me.

I was toying with him a little bit because at this point I sort of felt like I was being set up or at least groomed perhaps is a better word.

I asked him whether I should put it on. He just said “please”.

I thought he was going to leave the room again but having the light on and my being naked it seemed different. I hopped out of bed to put the robe on and he was sitting in a chair not too far away and I made a production about sliding it down and leaving it opened in front in plain view.

Q: *Wait so he definitely knew you had JUST been with the older son?*

H: He didn’t say anything but I am quite sure he saw. I was pretty swollen and really wet.

So now with the lights on he got up and took his clothes off and there was no special garment.

He got up on the bed and it was different this time he wasn’t planking he wasn’t positioning himself. He was just sort of looking down at me and particularly at my pussy which had clearly been well used. He reached down and put a couple fingers on my clit and rubbed it a bit causing me to shudder. He brought them to his mouth and licked them, and looked at me and smiled.

Then he pushed all the way in and for quite a few moments stayed completely still. Rather than holding himself up in some sort of plank he was supporting himself on his elbows. He didn’t seem sure knowing what to do with his hands. I took my hands and put them on his ass and pull him in a little tighter.

Once we were finished soaking which was just a minute or two he began to move much like the way I was moving when I was riding his son. I felt like he was imitating what I had done earlier that evening. It occurred to me that he had seen the entire thing that was the only possible explanation.

He paused briefly and I looked at him and I asked him whether he liked watching me fuck his son. He didn’t say anything but he didn’t deny it, either.

I climbed back on top of him and i started grinding against him and told him this is how you fuck a girl.

We had been at it for about five minutes and he showed no sign of slowing down at some point a few minutes later I could tell he was getting close. I told him to go ahead and he wasn’t quite sure what to do.

Q: *Him possibly watching the whole thing is wild*

H: I suspected that there was a camera in the room and it made sense that there would be a camera in the room I was sleeping in, since it had been the wife’s sewing room and the children’s classroom.

Q: *So now they have their own little homemade porno*

H: Yes, haha. We wound up doing it twice more and each time was a little bit better and he lasted a little bit longer and had a little bit more confidence. I kept catching him doing things the son was doing, just random little things, like the way he would touch me or the things that he might say.

Q: *Where was the other son in all this?*

H: I suppose he was in his room; the boys shared a bedroom.

I woke up the next morning early and smelled breakfast again. I guess that was a thing in their house. I was better prepared. I had a fresh change of clothes and a curling iron and I came out and the guys all just kind of looked at me. It occurred to me that it was probably the first time that any of them had seen a woman with make-up on in person. I felt strangely self-conscious about it all but I know I looked really good.

I actually had to head south a couple of hours and so I kind of ate and ran out. As I left the younger son asked me if I was coming back that night.

Q: *O dear he wanted his turn*

H: I got back from my trip south a little bit earlier than I had before and I got to look at their farm in the daylight it was kind of amazing. It might be an amazing place to live, an amazing place to be from and probably an amazing place to raise children.

I was flying home the next day and I really didn’t have anywhere I needed to be until about 10 o’clock in the morning. I thought I would make it an early night. Can you guess the rest or do you want me to continue?

Q: *Nope you can’t stop now. I wanna hear it all* 🍿

H: The younger son was super curious and not at all apprehensive. He was probably a full 4 inches shorter than his brother and probably two or 3 inches shorter than his father but also really lean. I have to tell you he was just adorable. I guess the clean living…anyway, really cute.

I really did need to get some sleep and I told the guys I was going to turn in. It was about 7 PM.

Exactly 7:30 there was a little bit of a knock on the door almost like a cat scratching at it maybe. I wasn’t really sure if I actually heard anything but I got up and I turned on the light and I opened the door. I’m not sure if I left my nightshirt off on purpose or not. Anyway I opened the door and there was the younger brother.

I kind of stood there with nothing on for a little bit longer than probably I needed to, and then I turned around and walked back over to where my night shirt was and I slipped it on. I went back over took his hand and brought him into the room.

I wasn’t quite sure where the camera was so we were kind of standing between the bed and the chair where I was pretty sure whatever we did would be visible. Something told me he was going to be different; he wasn’t much younger than his brother so it was interesting how different they were.

I put my hands around his neck and I was kissing him and he had his hands on my waist and he was not exactly apprehensive but I could tell he was not sure and so I gave him a little guidance. Once he was able to breathe i pulled my nightshirt off and I got his hands up to my breasts which he seemed fairly curious about.

I told him he had me at a disadvantage as I was naked and he still had clothes on and so I pulled his shirt off and he unzipped his pants and sat in the chair next to the bed. I sat on his lap and was talking to him for a few minutes. I asked him if he understood what happened the night before and the night before that?

He told me yes and I asked him whether that was some thing that they had all talked about at some point perhaps before I got there and he said yes, a couple times.

Q: *Well, this just keeps getting wilder*

It’s actually super sweet but yeah it gets little creepy.

He said they talked about the idea that they were super sad that their mom died but that they needed to stay together to keep the farm. I told him I didn’t think that I was that person. I asked him if he still wanted to be here and he said yes and we started making out on the chair.

He didn’t have any pants on and I could tell he wasn’t as long as his brother but super thick like a Red Bull can. I was being super verbal with him with the expectation that there was someone watching or listening. He asked me whether it was true you could use your breasts to make a guy cum?

I slid off his lap and got on my knees on the floor in front of him and began going down on him. He was already hard and I was putting on a show. I’d gone down on both his father and his brother but we hadn’t sealed the deal and I was intent on doing that. When he was getting extra hard I squeezed my breasts around his cock and began sliding him between my cleavage lowering my head so my mouth was at the tip of his penis when he emerged between my breasts. He was big enough so I could keep my mouth on the tip of his cock while I was sliding my cleavage up and down his length.

I could tell he was about to cum and I looked up at him and smiled and told him that he should. As soon as the words were out of my mouth he began to shake, the first rope landed on my chest and I was able to get my mouth over the head of his penis for the second and third and fourth and I slid down and put him completely down my throat and let him finish.

Once he had gotten a little bit soft I took him by the hand and brought him over to the bed. I told him that he had made a little bit of a mess and that I wanted him to clean it up and I guided his head to the spot on my chest where the first rope had landed and he did exactly what I asked so I kissed him.

I told him he could touch down there – it wasn’t going to hurt him and he just said he wasn’t sure how, so I showed him. Little circles back and forth up and down left and right side to side. He made me climax rather quickly.

I made a little bit of an extra big deal about it. It wasn’t fake, it was real. But it was just more verbal then might otherwise have been the case especially with other people in the house.

I asked him whether he wanted a closer look and he said that he did. I asked him to feel with his tongue that thing that he felt with his finger and use the same movements back-and-forth up-and-down small circles big circles back-and-forth.

By this time I was well past wondering or maybe worrying whether he could taste either his brother or his father.

Q: *Well this is a wild ride, no pun intended*

H: He made me come again and I don’t think it took but a couple minutes and then a third time. I told him that neither his brother or his father were able to it like that. I felt a little bad after I said it.

I pulled him up on top of me and he was definitely hard again. I just kind of looked at him as I guided him inside me giving his foreskin a little bit of time to retract as I pulled away from him and pushed back towards him feeling it slide back-and-forth before finally finding his way home. I gave him the briefest of tutorials about what to do with his hands and how to loosen up his hips but he didn’t need much instruction.

Q: *Was he vocal at all?*

H: Yes, unlike his father and brother he was very vocal and very eager to answer my questions mostly because it required a response before we went forward. After a few minutes inside he was fully hitting it, hands on my ass cheeks leaning over me. I wasn’t paying attention to the time but he lasted a full 20 minutes. I didn’t try to change it up I just let him do his thing. he was a natural.

He finished and fell down on top of me, staying inside me and staying hard.

So try as I might, I had not gotten his father to get behind me and fuck me, so after a bit I crawled over to the other side of the bed facing where I suspected the camera was focused and I asked him to get behind me.

His girth was really stretching me and while I had enjoyed several orgasms already, this was next level the way I was sort of bent over in front of him for the camera and the way he was behind me he was just hitting my spot and I came like crazy. At some point I just kept screaming fuck me fuck me fuck me and he just kept fucking me. It was one of those super hot encounters that doesn’t last very long and within five or 10 minutes he was filling me up again.

Q: *I love that. I can’t get off from doggy style with most men.*

H: Yes…he had the girth that was pounding my spot and probably the fact that an hour earlier he was a virgin was pushing me over the edge. God it was hot. Not gonna lie I was pretty wiped out. I pulled him over onto his side and I told him I would like to see him again and kissed him good night.

So by this point it might be 830 I don’t really know I’ve not looked at my phone on my phone didn’t really work out there. I turned the light off and crawled into the covers. The light didn’t come on but someone was crawling into bed with me.

Q: *Good lord*

H: He was laying in naked and I wasn’t sure whether it was his brother or his father. I reached down and I could tell by the foreskin it was older brother. I asked him whether he’s been listening at the door and he admitted that he had listened a little.

Q: *Can’t decide if this is fantasy territory or nightmare. It sounds exhausting!*

H: Yes, it was. The lights were off but I was still incredibly vocal not really caring who was watching or listening.

By this point I wasn’t really concentrating on anything but I was counting up the number of times that we had had sex and the amount of improvement that he had made since his first time the day before. I was really pleased he lasted about 30 minutes and I would say I climaxed twice before he came inside me.

I kissed him good night and he left.

I was asleep when I became aware of someone standing next to the bed. It was the dad, he crawled in next to me and began kissing me, and I mean really kissing me. I was so tired. I thought about sucking his dick but then I thought I would let this just play out.

I pulled them on top of me expecting for something quick and fast or maybe more soaking. He really surprised me by going down on me! There was no point in warning him I know he had seen everything and if not everything enough to know. Plus he wouldn’t have needed to be that close down there to understand what had happened.

Q: *So his sons cum was definitely still inside…..?*

H: I mean I kind of wiped myself off on the outside but it was still in there. He wasn’t going after it to clean me up; he was just going after it. He had my legs up around his neck and he was holding on to my breasts while he was fucking me he had his hands under my ass. While he was fucking me, he held my legs opened and fucked me. I felt that he really had evolved in a very short period of time.

He got me off a couple of times before he finished which was surprising because I really thought I was completely done. His enthusiasm was just off the charts.

Q: *I mean it sounds like he was competitive, hehe*

H: Guys are funny that way especially when they didn’t know something and they have a new skill.

Q: I*t’s cute. Well…I mean a bit creepy in this case, but yeah.*

H: After a while, I finally rolled over and told him that I really enjoyed being there but I wasn’t the person that they were looking for and he understood. I told him I would like to come back, and I think I will.

Q: *I’m just imagining them having a group Tinder profile*

H: Yes, there must be someone out there who would be into this long-term. Me, like I said…I might go back.

Q: *Me….I’d be too freaked by the cult thing, but I get what you mean!*

~FINIS~

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