Thread: The Semminary- phtlc and Babygirl67

My entire body trembled as the most wonderful sensation travelled through me due to the soft warm wetness of her vagina gripping my erection and sliding up and down on it. I was now not only terrified by my predicament but also by my bodys response and the urges that were bursting through me. Even though I was disgusted by the fact that this older woman was molesting me I was fighting the urge to thrust my hips up and down to met her movements as my body wanted this so badly I was trembling with the strain. It was the weirdest thing because she seemed to be so overwhelmingly aroused by what she was doing to me. Surely she had many men before so my inexperience would be a liability in terms of sex, so the only logical conclusion was that knowing she was soiling me was the big turn on for her. Making the wannabe priest have sex like an animal, for non reproductive purposes, like some cheap pervert. I was tormented by the conflict. Mentally I was disgusted by what she was doing to me yet I had never felt anything in my life that had felt so good physically. My entire body, mind and soul were loving every minute of this, which added to my shame. Had I been able to say that I hated it then I could have told myself that I was merely abused, but deep down I knew that my body had shown my true colors. I was a lust filled pervert who evidently got turned on by cheap easy woman. Father Patrick would never have looked in that window and if he was here she never would have been able to do this to him. I was weak and despicable.a disgrace to everything I believed in. I knew I wasnt worthy of my religion and did not deserve to step foot in a church again, or to feel gods love. I was just a sinning fornicator. The shame I felt at that moment made me want to break down yet I fought it. When she started running her hands over my face and kissing me I was frozen for a second, as the sensation of her fingers on my face and her lips touching mine as her womanly opening massaged my erection I was suddenly lost in the moment for a second and opened my mouth allowing her to kiss me as I found myself giving in to the temptation to want this.but then caught myself and withdrew but there was no denying the fact that she was exciting me. For that I hated her. When she whispered in my ear about the mirror I didnt want to look, to afraid of what I would see in myself yet I gave way to the temptation and looked. What I saw was the most erotic thing I have ever seen in my life. For all the things I hate about this woman she is beautiful and sexy beyond compare. The sight only made my situation worse as my erection started straining in her to the feel of her rocking up and down on me. I was feeling another orgasm coming as I had before in her hands and was terrified. I didnt even know if she was on the pill or not. In sex education they had mentioned pulling out but said it was a poor method of birth control. I opened my mouth to speak and say something to her in case and then she started picking up the pace. When she grabbed my hand and put it on her breast I was speechless and unable to talk as I could not even breath normally, and instead simply panted and moaned as I tried desperately to maintain some composure so I could speak. But I was now fighting a losing battle. The feel of her soft feminine mound, so smooth, and firm, with the hard little nipple I found myself giving in to the desires and feelings in my body. I kept feeling her breast and massaging it as I lost my inhibition and felt myself sliding towards release. I tried to compose myself, but when she started talking dirty to me, I became aroused again which was odd since ten minutes ago such talk disgusted me. Suddenly she used her inner muscles to squeeze me and started working herself up and down faster I suddenly felt myself losing control and tried desperately to stop and warn her, Ms. Johnson..pleasestop.oh godstop and suddenly I felt myself release deep into her body as the orgasm shook me to the core, sending tremors through my body as every nerve ending seemed to be alive with sensory overload and I started jetting my semen inside her explosively while she clamped down on my manhood and worked faster and it was at that instant, that my will surrendered to mys desires and as I was ejaculating into her I started thrusting my hips up into her to meet her movements and basically fornicate with her as I continued to maul her breast as my lips seemed insanely close to hers, gently touching her lips while my mouth was open. I grabbed tightly onto her and seized up as the last few squirts fired into her body and then gradually the feeling passed, and my body started to relax as the sensations firing through my nervous system slowed down. It was then that what I had done set in. I had grabbed her, thrust myself into her and loved it. For a second I acted like an animal and allowed myself to feel lust rather than acting like a man of god. Furthermore I had ejaculated into her without protection so I suddenly felt the terror of wondering if she would get pregnant. Then the shame set in! I was disgusting, and had acted like some sick pervert, so focused on my own lust and gratification that I abandoned my principles, and everything I had been taught to give into cheap lust and she knew she had made me react like that! She had beaten me and I hated myself for that more than I hated her. I was despicable. I deserved every terrible thing she had done to me and I deserved an eternity in hell for my sin and lust. Leaning back as my erection started to soften into her I looked at her in shock, and then looked away. I couldnt even speak or ask her t get off. I had just given my virginity to a sinful woman and engaged in carnal pleasure because I was a disgusting coward and even worse a creature if lust. I hated myself and started feeling my eyes water and blinked rapidly to stop any tears from coming down my cheeks. I couldnt look at her. She wasnt the cheap slutI was. I was filth and I knew it.