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Tell A Trusted Adult (That You Want To Fuck)

This totally random guy hit on me today. No lie! I was walking to P.E., and he said “you’re such a babe; I’d do you so hard.” I found that to be extremely inappropriate for a Catholic School. Of course I had to report it! That is sexual harassment in it’s most primitive form, obviously. So, like, I changed into my cutest outfit and ditched P.E. I knew what I had to do . . . tell a teacher! Mr. Collins had a stack of ACT prep assignments on his desk, and he looked deep in thought. God, I couldn’t stop thinking about how big his dick was. It could probably plow right through me, and I wanted it so bad, my plump little pussy lips swelled up at the thought. Mr. Collins looked up when he saw me and gave me a smoldering stare. Probably because he liked the micro mini-skirt and see through bralette top I was wearing. “Mr. Collins,” I said breathily, “a student has just sexually propositioned me and made me feel objectified.” Hoping that my protective, alpha-male teacher would swoop in and beat the shit out of him (oh! and also fuck me), I pouted all damsel-in-distress-like, and played with the hem of my skirt. When his jaw twitched and his eyes got wide, I added the real kicker. “I’m not wearing any panties,” I whispered. “If I bend over your desk, will you make sure my cum dumpster hole wont be exposed when I spread my legs in class?”

Cast Out My Sin (With Your COCK)

I am IN LOVE.

During the Pancake Supper for our church’s Mens’ Group, I volunteered to help set the ovens and relieve long shifts.  Little did I know, I would later end up relieving a complete hottie of his dick’s load of sperm.

But the sight of nearly a hundred burly, muscular men whipping up pancake batter made me crazy. I had to take a deep breath and go to the chapel to pray.

Once there, I knelt down before the communion altar beseechingly.

“Why do I bend over in church?” I asked God. “I’m sordidly tempted to flash my bare, glistening pussy to the attractive men behind me–every single week.“

Perhaps sympathizing with my woes, God sent me the answer to all of my prayers.

His name is David, and just like the angel, he came down from Heaven to help fuck the sin right out of me.

I could have cried tears of joy, I was so happy; but instead, my face got wet in a different way.

I grasped David’s thick, throbbing cock in my little hand, teasing the tip with my titillating tongue.

Sucking the pre-cum from his rock-hard screwstick really thrust us closer together.

It wasn’t long before he bent me over that pew and rammed into my dripping wet pussy after all.

It felt like being exercised by a holy, divine guardian (with a British accent) and his Fuckrod of Sanctification.

He pounded me with that cock so hard I felt I would burst.

When he finally spilled his seed inside me, my ragged breaths of pleasure were so loud, I could barely hear.

The dozens and dozens of shocked male faces peering and gasping at us, however, were a little hard to miss.

Turns out, the HOLE Men’s Club had heard our moans and cum to watch!

The more the merrier, I say. I can’t wait to watch our little video on the church monitor this Sunday. It’ll be a blessing!!

Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned

I spent a long time in confession this Sunday.

“Let us all come together and meditate on the word of the Lord,” Father Douglas was saying.

I sat through this divine message during chapel today. And I felt GUILTY . . . Meditation IS wonderful. It’s a complete re-focusing of the body’s energies on one single topic:

Sex.

I am now treading a spiritual path of unity. The unity of two bodies, intertwined in perfect fucking harmony. I am now a devout practitioner of Tantric sex.

Sure, it’s an Indian Hindu practice, but the great thing about Christianity is that we’re told to love all people. We even respect all peoples’ belief systems.

Most of all, I respect a dick in my pussy.

I derived so much pleasure from my last Neotantric workshop. In that room, SEXUALITY is sacred. My favorite position is Rock-a-Bye Booty. Sitting on the floor across from my male partner, I scooted into his cock. Then I looped my legs over his shoulders. He pounded into my screw hole so fucking hard. This position increased the blood flowing to our nether regions, and made us orgasm so much more seriously.

My new mantra is: I LOVE TANTRA

(SEX, that is)

Get Thee To A Nunnery

I use my ASSets to get myself whatever I want. All I have to do is wiggle my hips, bat my eyelashes, and lean toward my victim, and I’m as good as Queenly.

Last night I was hanging out with my girlfriends Olivia and Catrina. We decided to play a joke on our Catholic school teachers. That night, we broke into the school chapel and hung black and white thongs from the Jesus crucifixion behind the altar. It was so hilarious to see those uppity nuns defiled by slutty panties.

 But we got caught.

Turns out, Mr. Collins stayed late that night to grade papers. He was steaming mad. I saved both Olivia and Catrina by reaching for Mr. Collin’s, er, package (LOL). It was pretty hard under those kakis . . . and I knew he liked it, too. He brushed off my hand and told both of us to go “right now.” I just winked at him and said “feel ya later.”

Sometimes I feel guilty for being so, er, persuasive . . . but then I remember I SO don’t have to be. I was blessed with the body of a goddess, and I love to be worshiped. Or maybe just whipped, LOL.

God Made Me With A Fucking Purpose

Youth Group has been especially hard these past two weeks. That’s because my Slutty Little Church Girl outfits are springing up rock solid boners in the parish boys’ pants.

Mr. Collins was at Sunday service this week, and I couldn’t help but notice his lingering gaze as I pranced through the aisle and got down on my knees to offer myself to him like a dirty virgin sacrifice. Without a bra, my nipples play peek-a-boo under my sheer turtleneck sweater. The red little tips are like buttons just waiting to be twisted, prodded and titty fucked . . . but what’s really not angelic is my thigh-high skirt. When I saunter, the hem swishes and sways to reveal toned, taut skin on my round ass . . .  I’ve stopped wearing panties so when I bend over, my bare pussy tells men exactly what I want them to do to me. Mr. Collins smells how wet I am for him . . . how bad I need him to force his fuckstick inside me.

All in all, it’s enough heat to make a girl pray for salvation. Or maybe just a good pussy popping.

First Day of School!

Today was my first day of school. All through class, my little kitty kept throbbing, so I had to wiggle and squirm to relieve my need. My teacher is sooooo cute. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I want to do to him. Crawl underneath his desk  . . . tug down his teacher trousers. It made my little nippies get soo hard, and while all my friends were doing schoolwork, I just wanted to wrap my lips around a thick cock. I’d do ANYTHING to get fucked!

 

My little opening is really virginal . . . if only there was a man who’d slam his Big Cock right into my slit, screwing my pussy until it couldn’t take any more. I’d scream sooo loud, moaning and clawing for more. My little honey is spewing out just thinking about it . . . Tomorrow, I’m going to ask Mr. Collins if I can borrow a pencil. I’ll bend down in my short slut skirt so he can see my pink panties underneath. They’re so tight against my round ass. I need to be taught a lesson, and I know just the man to screw it!