My Life Behind Paul's Back Chapter Two - Sex Stories

My Life Behind Paul's Back Chapter Two

... noon she had finished the biblical lessons with the black boys and was fixing lunch when I got home. She must have had a fresh shower because she smelled especially fresh. She had her long navy blue dress on. It must have been her favorite one because she wore it quite often. Mom and I had soup and sandwiches together and she asked what I was going to do the rest of the day. I told her I would be at the gym at school this afternoon and be home to help with dinner. Then would be going out with Paul this evening. I asked her what she would be doing. She told me she was having another bible class this afternoon with those black men. She said if it took the rest of her life she'd drill it into those boys how they were suppose to praise the lord in the proper way. I have to purify those boys even if it takes all the meanness out of them." She often said. What ever she meant by that. "Those black eighteen and nineteen year old teenager's always seem to gain their manliness back though and more and once more I must purify them. It's an never ending cycle Barbie Thank goodness the basement where I take those meanness hormones away is sound proof. All the black boys and I do a lot of moaning and groaning to please those black boys and get rid of their bad seed." "Good luck mom." I said as I gathered my gym bag and left the house. See you later this afternoon to help with dinner. I am sure dad will be hungry after his long day at church. It wasn't difficult telling my parents I was ...

... going to the Saturday night service with my boyfriend Paul. I did feel guilty lying to my dad who was a priest. I lied and told him we would be going to the church on the other side of the city close to Paul's place. Paul was every bit the gentleman he always was and knocked at the door to pick me up. It was an unusual hot night and I wore a summer dress. Yes of coarse I wore a bra and panties. Dad had already left to prepare for evening service. Mom said she was expecting another group of the black hoodlums over. She was wearing a long housecoat she often wore to go to the basement to teach the black older teenagers. I had always wondered why she would wear that long house coat into the basement to teach the rapture to those black teenager's and wondered what she wore under it. She had been doing it as far back as I could remember. So she must know what she is doing because at least three times a day she had those heathen black boys down stairs. I was about to set my put my dirty dishes in the sink when I heard the back door bell ring. “I'll get it Mom.” I said heading for the back door. “Okay Barbie” Mom said putting her mug down on the kitchen table after swallowing her coffee. I went to the back door and opened it. “Hi your mom is expecting us.” A black boy around eighteen said. I recognized him at once as a boy that had been over many times in the past months. His name was Tony. I had heard other boys call him Tony whenever he came over. He was a good six feet tall, very ...