Behind the Church Shed - Sex Stories

Behind the Church Shed

... suspected would happen, he didn’t last very long. After only a few seconds, he started to jerk and spasm, and she felt his penis filling her up with fluid. The look of utter, lost joy on his face made her quicken her pace, and she rode him harder, saying nothing except, “Oh, oh, oh,” over and over again. Once his orgasm was complete, Brian simply looked up at her, dumbfounded. Finally, she felt her vagina walls begin to compress onto the boy’s softening penis and she let herself fall down on top of him, pressing her body into his. Bucking a few more times, waves of pleasure coursed through her, better and more intense than any she’d felt since… since she was about Brian’s age. Her pussy fluttered against the teen’s penis and her breathing started to slow down. “Thank you,” she whispered in Brian’s ear. “You’re the best kid ever.” “Thanks,” he replied as she got up off of him, legs wobbling. Thoughts came crashing into her, thoughts of her husband and thoughts of the fact that she hadn’t used a condom. Thoughts of how well her other birth control methods might be working. But as she looked down at the beaming, exhausted, exuberant Brian, her heart relaxed, and she knew everything would be fine. She’d never seen someone so happy in her life. And SHE was the one who had created that. After she and Brian had cleaned up and he had started the short walk to his house, both with promises never to tell what happened that morning, Melinda continued washing the dishes, looking out the window. She knew she should feel guilty, but she didn’t. They saw each other often after that, of course. She and her husband were his Sunday School teachers, after all. Every once in a while, she’d give him a wink and he’d smile in return. Melinda knew it would only be a matter of time before she and Brian would share a similar experience again. And she couldn’t wait.