Corrupted
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Faith is only as strong as desire is weak. Think about it… What’s more powerful; an invisible god with abandonment issues or lust for an available offering of flesh and blood? The longer desire is repressed, the clearer god’s shortcomings become. After all, raw desire is the hunger of the soul. When the table is set and the feast laid bare, even the most righteous supplicant will pull up a chair.
Conjuring Mandy’s demon didn’t take a lot of work. It was always there, repressed by outdated patriarchal dogma and ridiculous religious doctrine perpetuated by her mother, her father, and her worthless husband, high on his own misguided sense of superiority. Lust and pleasure finally cleared Mandy’s lens and she saw her world for what it truly was. She was ready to indulge in the only true spirit, which is that of the flesh.
It would have been easy to pull out my cock and get to work on Mandy’s pussy right there in the alleyway, but total corruption was fully warranted. At stake was Mandy’s liberation, important work demanding seriousness, patience, and dedication.
A light drizzle began to fall like a fine mist as I swung Mandy around to the picnic table and guided her hips to take a seat. I moved between her legs so she could feel my stiff cock through my jeans.
We kissed deep. Mandy’s orgasm had transformed her into a red-hot singularity of raw desire. She clawed at the back of my head and growled, “Make love to me, Nick.”
Right.
I chuckled under my breath at the thought of “making love” behind the bar on a picnic table in a dark alley. Her husband, Ted, probably made love to her once every couple of months, if that. Missionary style, I figured. Ten to twelve thrusts before telling her to clean up.
Mandy may not have realized it at the time, but that life was over. It was time for her to experience some good old fashioned hedonistic fucking but I felt no need to rush. I was ready to fully introduce Mandy to the unbridled joys of wanton sin.
I pushed Mandy back onto the picnic table so she was laying flat on her back. I grabbed the bottom of her thighs, pushing her legs up and back until her dress fell ruffled along her hips. Mandy’s panties were soaked and I could smell her musty scent as I moved my face between her legs.
Resting Mandy’s feet on my shoulders, I reached down and pulled out my Gerber pocket knife. “Lay still,” I said, moving the blade between her left hip and the waistband of her panties. I slowly made the first cut and moved my lips over Mandy’s newly exposed flesh. She was leaning forward, watching with wide blue eyes, pupils dilated, chest heaving. After cutting the other side of her panty’s waistband, I used my teeth to pull them away from her body.
Mandy’s hips began instinctively gyrating in anticipation of my cock penetrating her pussy. What she got instead was my warm breath against the folds of her luscious vulva. I kissed the soft skin on the inside of her thighs while gripping Mandy’s hips with my hands. Then another warm breath on her mound. Mandy let out a deep sigh while heaven’s tears fell onto her young supine body.
Bringing my lips to her clit, I gently tapped at her hood with the lightest possible pressure. Mandy shuddered, lifted her head and said, “What are you doing?” Lifting my eyes to meet hers, I responded, “I’m going to eat your pussy, Mandy.”
“Nobody has ever gone down on me!” The comment was more of a statement than a protest.
Can you imagine going through almost thirty years of life and seven years of marriage without ever experiencing oral sex? I thought to myself, what a waste of such a beautiful plump little pussy. She couldn’t see my mouth but I couldn’t help but smirk.
Then Mandy added this gem, “Do you think my labia is too big?”
You and I both know that’s a fucked up question. The only reason any woman would ask a man she’s never slept with about whether her labia is too big is because some asshole told her there’s something wrong with it. Considering Mandy only slept with one man, I’m guessing that prize-winner is her Jesus-loving husband.
Mandy’s pussy was hot white fire. Her labia wasn’t anywhere near “too big” and I’m not even sure how such a thing is possible. Her lips were plump, her clit was hard, and her pussy was soaking wet. What more could anyone want?
Ready to bury my face in her mound, I gazed into her worried eyes and said, “Mandy, everything about your pussy is perfect.”
Using my tongue, I slowly worked my way in between her pussy lips. Mandy’s blue eyes seemed to glow as I penetrated her slit and plunged my tongue deep inside her cunt. Her head fell back against the table and she cried, “Oh, God!”
“Nick,” I reminded her before diving back in.
Using my tongue, I slowly fucked Mandy’s pussy, making sure my nose tickled her clit with every thrust. My face was immediately soaked. I could feel Mandy’s cream on my mustache and beard. Her feet fell behind my back and she squeezed her thighs into my cheeks.
Flattening my tongue against her slit, I licked all the way up to her clit, savoring every crease and fold along the way. Mandy was thrusting her hips, pushing her pussy into my face to force my tongue even deeper. Then her hands were around my head, pulling. Mandy began fucking my face, slow and rhythmic at first but she quickly picked up the pace.
Suddenly, Mandy was dead still, gasping for air in short bursts like a goldfish pulled out of its tank by a wily tomcat. She started to vibrate, oscillating waves of pure energy exploding from her hips. Suddenly, she was gushing, filling my mouth with her cum, her body spastically shaking as though she were possessed by some ancient demon. Her scream was primordial, a lifetime of frustration and fear reborn as ecstasy and release. When I pulled away, my beard was literally dripping with Mandy. I pressed my hand against Mandy’s vulva and held it steady to ground her.
I knew we were pushing our luck. Anyone could walk back to the alley at any moment. Thankfully, we lived in small Alaskan town, so anyone who heard Mandy’s orgasmic roar probably thought it was a grizzly bear and decided to steer clear.
A minute or two went by before Mandy opened her eyes and said, “Oh my god, what happened?” She leaned up onto her elbows, took one look at me and said, “Did I do that to your beard? I don’t know what that was!”
“You squirted,” I said. “Thanks for the compliment. We should go. Meet me behind the library in ten minutes.”
The drizzling rain had stopped. It was only six blocks to the library. Enough time to plan the final part of Mandy’s corruption.
A good Christian is an expert at justifying their behavior. They’re skilled at judging others but really hate taking a hard look in the mirror. Masturbation, oral sex, and even anal can be waved away as nothing more than an indiscretion, but a penis pumping large amounts of erectoplasm into a married woman’s vagina is adultery no matter what religion you belong to.
And the night was perfect for adultery. A proper corruption required it, and I had little doubt Mandy was eager to fully indulge in her fall from grace. Still, I wanted it to be an experience impossible to forget. When the corporeal pleasures of sin replace the mind-forged handcuffs of guilt, god is truly dead.
I called my wife Bridget on the way to the library and filled her in on the details. We devised a plan whereby she would steer clear of the bedroom while I tended the garden, so to speak. If all went well, I would summon my wife and we would see how deep into the splendid darkness Mandy’s was willing to fall.
Standing behind the library for 15 minutes, I wondered if Mandy had lost her nerve. She suddenly appeared under a streetlamp just up the road. She veered left at the library and eagerly walked in my direction when she saw me in the darkness.
Without hesitation, she asked, “What is squirting?”
“It’s what you just did,” I replied.
“I don’t understand….”
I cut her off, “Mandy, some women squirt when they have an orgasm. It’s totally natural and it means your beautiful body is working perfectly.”
“You didn’t mind?”
“It’s a compliment. Thank you.”
“Can you make it happen again?”
“Let’s go to my house and find out.”
“What about your wife?”
“Bridget doesn’t care and she’s out for the night, so let’s go.”
Fortunately, my house is only a block away from the library, so there was little risk of being seen together. I walked Mandy through the front door and into the bedroom. Music was already playing and the mood lighting was turned on (I have a wonderful wife and you’re going to find out how wonderful later in the story).
I was also really turned on. Mandy was standing next to me by the bed, her blue eyes wide with anticipation. Taking my sweet time, I removed every piece of clothing from her lithe body until she was standing naked in front of me. Mandy watched me undress, fixated on my eyes. When I took off my boxers, her eyes drifted down to my ridiculously hard cock.
“I’ve never seen anyone’s penis other than Ted’s,” she said.
“Now you have.”
Mandy hesitated, “Yours is so much… bigger.”
No surprise there, I thought to myself.
I moved toward her, put my arms around her waist and gently kissed her lips. Hungry for one another, our kisses quickly became tameless. I guided Mandy to the bed. She climbed up and laid out flat on her back staring up at me, her pupils like black saucers.
Mandy’s young body spread out directly in front of me was a sight that’s permanently etched in mind. Blonde hair spilling around her wholesome face. Flawless ivory skin from her golden blonde hair to her red painted toes. Perky C-cup breasts that seemed to defy gravity. Long legs with thick, firm thighs that were toned yet supple (Later I would get a good look at her ample ass, which was like icing on an already decadent cake).
I lifted Mandy’s left leg, brought her foot to my mouth and kissed the soft arch on the bottom of her foot. She gasped. Wagering the good Christian husband never offered his young wife the pleasure of a little foot play, I took a little time to suck on each toe. Then I worked my way up her leg pausing at her vulva for a quick lick before working down her other leg.
Climbing a little further onto the bed, I traced half-moons around Mandy’s hip bones with my tongue. Up the middle of her stomach, pausing at her cute little belly button. Mandy’s moans were growing more intense. I wondered if Bridget could hear us in the other room.
When I reached Mandy’s tits, I really took my time. Kissing around each breast before blowing on her damp skin made goosebumps appear all over her body in flowing waves. When I reached her nipple, I pulled it into my mouth, licked it and eventually sucked on it like I was trying to pull the candy filling out of a Tootsie Pop.
I thought Mandy was going to cum just from sucking on her nipples. Her hips were launching off the bed like Sputnik, smacking into my hard cock. I decided it was time.
Pulling myself forward until our faces were almost touching, I locked on Mandy’s eyes, my cock resting on her mound, twitching. I kissed her gently on the lips.
“Are you going to fuck me?”
I nodded.
“Should we use a condom?”
I shook my head.
“I trust you,” she said.
Reaching down, I grabbed my cock and rubbed the swollen head in between Mandy’s perfect labia. There was a hint of fear in her eyes, as though Mandy knew she was about to fall from grace and take up residence in the Devils’ courtyard. The head of my dick felt like it was already dripping with her cum. Holding my cock steady at the entrance to Mandy’s pleasure dome, I grabbed her wrists and held them above her head.
As slowly as I could, I pushed the head of my cock into Mandy’s soaking wet slit. She let out a guttural moan that somehow made me even harder. I said, “look at me,” and when her eyes fixated on mine I gradually slid all the way inside of her delicious cunt. Mandy felt like a virgin and I’m guessing she practically was. Her vagina was a vice grip of succulent warmth and somehow seemed to pull me in like it was trying to consume my entire shaft.
I held firm in the depths of Mandy’s vagina where I could literally feel the blood from her heart pumping a glorious backbeat of mortal sin. The head of my cock was throbbing, softly pressing against Mandy’s cervix. For a moment, I thought I might cum because her pussy felt like a fleeting glimpse of heaven lost.
Gathering my faculties, I slid my cock almost all the way out of Mandy’s box and then back in again, savoring every hidden crease along the way. Mandy’s neck and chest flushed red, her breath getting heavy, our eyes in synchronous orbits.
Without breaking stride, I released Mandy’s wrists and propped her head up with a pillow. Raising my torso off the bed, I changed angles so she could watch my dick sliding in and out of her body. Mandy was transfixed at the sight of my rigid cock repeatedly penetrating her. Her hands were suddenly grabbing my ass and then she said something I will never forget.
“Nick, you’re fucking me.”
“Damn right, I am,” I said with a smirk.
“I need this.”
“Everyone does, gorgeous. And you deserve it.”
Placing another pillow under Mandy’s hips, I sat up on my knees, grabbed her ankles, and held her legs spread apart, bent at the knee. Picking up the pace, I worked my way into a steady grind and enjoyed the view of my cock gliding in and out of her soaking pussy. We were both letting out moans and sighs of sheer pleasure. I kept telling her how beautiful she was and it wasn’t a lie.
Fucking Mandy would have been delightful under any circumstances, but knowing her god-fearing husband was less than a mile away really made me hot. He was probably awake by now, wondering where his wife was. Wondering why dinner wasn’t ready and why his laundry was still on the floor. Little did he know that his subservient little wife was now an adulterous slut doing the Devil’s work and about to have the most incredible orgasm of her life.
After processing all of these thoughts through my head, I was done fucking around. I grabbed Mandy by her hips and used her like a fuck doll, pushing and pulling her entire body along the length of my cock. Mandy’s muscles seemed to lock up, her face froze, and I knew what was about to happen.
Mandy squirted with such force that her cum blasted all the way up to my face. My chest and stomach were immediately soaked. Her hips bucked in silence until Mandy let out a banshee’s scream that could have summoned an evil spirit. Her hands held the sheets in a death grip. I could see pulses of pleasure tearing through her body like oscillating waves of salacious delight.
Pretty sure Bridget heard that, I silently mused.
At the moment when her orgasmic waves began to ebb, Mandy came again. And again. And again. It was as if she was trying to make up for seven years of lost orgasms. The bedsheets were saturated all the way down to the mattress. Ready to experience my own release, I thrust my cock all the way into Mandy’s pussy and held it there until her muscles relaxed.
Her eyes opened and I could swear they were icy gray instead of blue. Mandy’s face was different too. Where once had been uncertainty was now the face of a wild seductress. Biting her lower lip, she said, “Are you going to cum in me?”
“I am.”
My stiff cock stayed deep inside of Mandy’s cunt. Barely shifting my hips back and forth, her pulsating pussy massaged the entire length of my shaft. When Mandy almost imperceptibly began gyrating her hips to match my thrusts, it didn’t take long before I felt like I was going to explode. I took a moment to savor that blissful moment of anticipation just before orgasm. When Mandy smiled, there was nothing in the universe capable of holding me back.
As my cum started pumping deep inside Mandy’s essence, I let out my own roar of wanton pleasure. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp as the muscles of my cock contracted within the walls of her cunt. Every pump of jizz felt like pure electricity as it scattered like a lightning bolt throughout my body and into my extremities. Even after the last drop spilled, my cock remained hard. I started fucking Mandy again, using our combined fluids as a lubricant.
A few minutes later, I pulled out and rolled over on my back. Mandy sat up on her elbow facing me with and with a devilish grin said, “Did you enjoy fucking me?”
“Oh yeah,” I said with a knowing smirk.
“Ted never made me feel like that. I didn’t know I could feel like that.”
“Well, that’s a damn shame, isn’t it?” I said. “Mandy, you are fucking hot and should expect nothing less from any man. And if you can’t find a man to get you off, maybe you should consider a woman.”
Mandy paused for a second then said, “You know, when I was a teenager, I was attracted to this girl from school. We were fooling around in my bedroom and my mother caught us. I got a terrible ass whooping. I told my mother that I liked girls but she told me it was a sin. My parents even sent me away to stay with my aunt for a while to keep me from seeing that girl. I still sometimes wonder if I might actually like girls better than boys.”
“Do you have to be home anytime soon?” I asked.
“Not for another hour or two. Ted will probably sleep until morning. He usually does.”
I smiled at Mandy and said, “I have an idea.”
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