Micro pervert 2019/6

An erotic story from a church environment is intended only for persons over 18 years of age. Based on true events (from 20% 🙂 ). Dedicated to my best friends Frant B. from Huston (originally Nusle) and Jirka L. from Vinohrad (originally Moravia). —

“Prepare the incense,” said the priest. Jirka frowned. He didn’t like this activity very much. The incense smelled terribly and made him feel like a fool. But what could he do? One day he took on the role of altar boy and this was one of his duties. He cleaned the burnt remains, wiped the censer (a container for incense) and put new incense in it. In a few minutes, the Sunday service would start. Probably the most annoying part of the service, because Jirka was not a believer. He took on the role of altar boy to please his mother. He looked like a nice blond boy with his hair on one side and horn-rimmed intellectual glasses. These were worn in Hradec Králové and Pardubice in the 1990s. However, under the surface, a nice rascal was usually smoldering and occasionally a bit of mischief bubbled to the surface. For example, he sometimes watered the priest’s favorite petunias with a jug of urine. Here and there they wilted. Laughing, he secretly watched the priest pray for their resurrection.

But the service had two better positives. The church had a large archive. There were many educational scrolls, including alchemical ones, and a chemical laboratory where one could experiment. And Jirka was a chemistry buff, so he had a great time there. The second thing was that the cramped quarters of the church and the rigid morality there was a magnet for girls. They would follow him to the archives, the lab, or help clean the church and organ. The organ is mentioned separately because behind it was the only place in the nave of the church where there was privacy.

Franta was a good boy with good parents and a believing father. Unlike Jirka, he was deeply religious. Well, deeply. Sometimes deeply, sometimes less deeply. He'd recently turned 16 and had never touched a girl. He always used to sit in the back row. Not to hide, but out of modesty, because he felt the closest to God and the altar should be the most deserving of the community, the oldest. Today Madla sat next to him. She smiled at him and greeted his father, who sat a few pews in front.

The priest greeted his sheep. He welcomed them with a refreshing and motivating speech and was about to begin his lecture on the topic. Other nations around us. However, he was interrupted by ten-year-old Tonda, who announced himself. “Yes, Toník,” the priest urged him. “Father, my classmates at school say that it is enough if I go to church only right before I die?”

“Many of you know the parable of the vineyard, right?” the priest looked at his sheep with a questioning look.

While many, especially the older ones, nodded in support of their father and to prove their religious attention, Madla leaned forward, put her head on the church pew and began to look at Franta. He didn't know what was going on, but he sensed something unusual. He swallowed nervously and ticked his eyes from the Bible to the priest and Madla. Franta was sitting on the edge of the pew and Madla was bent over so Franta's hands couldn't be seen. She took his hand slowly and guided it up her thigh and under her skirt. She pressed his palm against her pussy and urged him to massage it with circular motions. Franta flushed redder than ever and immediately buried his eyes in his bible. He couldn't look at anyone at that moment. Fortunately, the padre was attending to the parable of the vineyard and the others to the padre. The girl guided Franta under her damp panties. He didn't have the desired experience, but instinctively ran his fingers over her pussy and occasionally slipped one or 2 inside. After a while, Madla began to breathe rapidly into the bible on the table in front of her and her cunt tightened around Frant's fingers. Then she pulled his hand away and adjusted her skirt. She didn't even look at him.

...

Jirka always looked forward to the end of Sunday mass. It was Sunday school. And Berenika and Tereza would sometimes drop by to see him in the lab they had all to themselves. Today only Berenika came. She took off her panties and bent over the desk in front of him. She kept her dress pulled up. He walked over to her and wanted to roll them up.

“Let me go. What are you doing?” she snapped. He pulled her hands away and forcibly pulled her clothes off. He knelt down behind her, spread her pussy, and started licking her. She moaned softly as his tongue flicked around her lips. He added a finger, then two. He did this to her for about 2 minutes, but just before she came, he stopped.

“"No, finish it." She yelled pleadingly.

“"Just a bird," said Jirka firmly.

“"No, I'm afraid I'll get pregnant," Berča bargained. "I'd rather blow you.".

“"Okay," Jirka agreed and let her suck on his excited member.

She really tried. Once she was gently caressing it for a while, then she pushed it deep into her throat. She didn't want him to squirt it into her vagina. At times Jirka had to work to keep it up, but he wouldn't miss her pussy. He pulled his cock out of her mouth. Berca already knew she couldn't get away with it. She lay on her back and spread her legs. Jirka slowly slid his cock into her so he wouldn't hurt her. He stretched her a little and then began to thrust hard. She began to moan loudly. He had to put a clean rag in her mouth so it wouldn't be heard. For the next ten minutes he spared her no effort.

He squirted into the test tube and said: “Here are your vitamins.” Berča obediently drank it and spread her legs again. Jirka spread her legs, licked her and stroked her with his fingers from below under her pubic bone until her pussy began to writhe in orgasm. They cuddled for a while longer in each other’s arms and then said goodbye.

“"Tell Tereza that she has something to fix," Jirka reminded her.

...

Terezka arrived at the archive the next day.

“"I'm sorry," she said to Jirka.

Jirka closed the book, took off his altar glasses and walked over to Tereza. He rolled up her dress and his hand ran down her ass to her lap. He stroked her for a moment and then draped her over the church archivist's desk.

“"Take off your panties," he ordered her, and Tereza did so.

Taken from leather reprimandsHe looked at her ass for a while and then he swished.

"Aaaaaa" cried Theresa.

"That's not the way to do it," said Jirka, taking off his shirt and putting it in her mouth like gag.

The next spanking was accompanied only by a muffled gasp of pain.

"Hmmm ... hmmm aaa", Terka moaned softly.

Suddenly, Jirka missed the target and Terka screamed: "No, not in the clitoris."“

That got him pretty excited. He pulled out a 3.5cm diameter wooden carved stake hidden in a drawer. He had Teresa salivate on it, and then he gently pushed it into her asshole. Teresa just whimpered again. The wooden stake was followed immediately by the penis in her pussy. It wasn't completely wet yet, so he salivated a little.

Jirka was really pushing Terka across the table. They both moaned for a few minutes. He pulled the plug out of her ass and spread her ass. "Push it in," he told her. Terka did so and her ass opened up nicely. Then Jirka's cock entered her.

Terka gave a muffled gasp of pain and excitement. Jirka was regularly and long shoving it back and forth to spread it before a good fucking. Occasionally he would take it out and spread her ass cheeks to check that her ass was holding itself open. After about ten minutes he was satisfied. He inspected her spread asshole for a while and then began to forcefully pump into her until he filled her with hot cum. The cum then flowed out of her spread asshole. It was a beautiful sight, but he couldn't enjoy it undisturbed. He had to catch the semen in a handkerchief to keep it from coming in contact with her pussy.

Terka pulled up her panties. They talked for a while about what was new and then they said goodbye. Jirka stayed in the archive.

...

Franta didn't know what to do. It was his first intimate encounter with a girl. He was a little embarrassed and didn't tell anyone.

...continued in the next article Micro pervert II