I’ve (19F) always been wrongly judged for looking like a slut. Girls who never knew me, hated me. Older men and boys always hit on me. My mom took me and my sister to church. It never worked, church was just another place to be judged at. Not my fault I was born with bigger boobs than your average woman.
Even when I was 18 and lost weight, girls teased me saying I was starving myself. I gave up caring what others thought. I knew I was never going to have a normal life the moment I found myself getting railed by a man (38M) outside of the same church that didn’t like me to begin with. A man who would palm the back of my head while I desperately tried to figure out how to arch my body because he was too big for me. A man with a family who was risking it all because of my “sex magnet” body. A man who was making me believe he would leave everything behind to feel my pussy stretch in the emptiness of the night. A man who left me breathless, and left his wife believing he was doing who knows what for the church.
But I knew what he was doing, because he was inside of me that night whispering in my ear “cmon baby take that big fucking dick”, “tell me you want this dick deep baby”. I quivered on his unprotected cock and he knew I was his the moment I looked back and told him I wanted more. How his wife never smelled the scent of eighteen year old pussy on him still baffles me to this day.
And truthfully, I will always be grateful to my ex (18M) who wanted to sneak out that night and shove his small cock in my warm mouth and tits. All because some girl told him I was easy. I wish the moonlight wasn’t revealing his small cock. I didn’t know I was going to be venting to the man who would later have twice his size down my throat and later turned me into his slut. When you see a boy running back inside because of the presence of a man, you want to spread your legs right there. He knew what I needed, the gift of a real mans tongue and cock. I knew what needed to happen next, to be turned into a woman.
For the first time I felt real freedom, and it was when my top was removed by a father who knew he was about to have me all to himself. The look on his face when my tits fell out after double checking no one was looking. The look on his face when I was on my knees looking into his eyes when I attempted my first blowjob on a 10 inch cock. If this is what was destined to be it was worth it for me. For all the orgasms I had that night, and all the cum in my mouth, I knew it was what some of these girls wished they could experience.
Best believe I was itching to have my panties removed again to the last worship session of the night. While families were singing, praising, and clapping; I too was doing the same outside with a man old enough to be my father. Momma had me on birth control anyway.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11s5soo/mf_worshiping_cock_at_church
It’s safe to say I get blessed with lots of cum every time I go to church for cock worship.
I love this and totally get it