Last year, I had sex in an abandoned church. I didn’t do it for some kind of Satanical reason. I just did it because I met this guy who liked to break into abandoned buildings and explore them. I think it’s called urban exploration and it’s popular on the internet these days. He told me about it on a first date and I wanted to go on an adventure with him.
We drove up to this old golden rush town that had just a few people left living in it. We went to the local café and we had a bite to eat then we headed to the church. When we got there, the yard was locked, and we had to go around and jump the fence. The adrenaline was starting to make my hearth pump. I didn’t think too much of such Sunday activity, but it really gives you a rush. He broke a window in the back and we climbed through it. Once inside, everything looked like stuck in time. He told me the church wasn’t open since 1950. It was a bit creepy and there was dust everywhere. We looked around and we stopped on the altar. It was a catholic church, with a big crucifix. Jesus was looking down on us, this guy was constantly staring at my breasts and I found the right moment for one hell of a sex story. I turned to the guy, kneeled in front of him and Jesus and pulled his dick out. I started to suck it and he was moaning. In the acoustic of the empty church it sounded like angels were having orgasms.
I walked to the altar where Jesus was sitting on the cross, pulled down my pants, bet over and told the guy to fuck me. He asked me if I was sure. He was a bit afraid, which was a bit of a turn off for me, but after all, he came and fucked me. The more he fucked me, the harder he was hitting. I think he was religious and the thought of fucking me before Jesus was messing with his mind. But the power of pussy is bigger than the power of God, and after a while, he was clapping my ass with everything he had. I told him to let me know when he was about to cum. I turned around and kneel, waiting for a cumshot in my face, which came very abundant and covered me all. I picked it up with my fingers and put it in my mouth. The guy I was with was almost crying. I don’t think he was ever this kinky. He didn’t even make a move with me since we first met.
We left the place in a hurry because we were scared my loud moaning and the ass-clapping were heard by someone. After we got back to the city, we said goodbye and he never called me again. I guess he is into that other kind of church girls.
