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A Story From Xmas, 2024

Olvania, 25 Dec., 2024

I was bored that night, and had nothing else to do. The festivities I cared nothing about were over and now I was laying in my bed horny and bored. The past few days I had passed a church on my way to and from work that had been recently abandoned, and could not help but let my curious, deviant mind wander. I would let these thoughts and scenes play in my imagination at night, but soon I would turn these fantasies into reality. Xmas night, as I lay there bored and eager to relieve some desperately pent up sexual tension, I invite one of my boy toy friends to the church. We had know each other for a while, and have the same interests in black metal, the occult, and Satanism. He responded happily that he would tag along, so I put on my clothes and left for the church. I sat in my car until her arrived, and we entered the church. We brought flashlights and candles to set the mood. After taking in the scenery I began to flirt with him, talking about the fantasies I had about being taken and used in this place. Of course, he was happy to oblige. We drew pentagrams on the floor by the altar, and one on the wall, and I played some black metal on my phone. We lit candles on each corner of the pentagram, and wherever else we wanted to illuminate us. Though it was cold, we both undressed ourselves and prepared to partake in pleasures of the flesh, and to desecrate this place with our filth. I bend over the altar and exposed myself to him, and he stroked himself to raise his impressive member. As precum began to drip, he slid into my wet entrance, and my moan echoed in the dark sanctuary. We continued like this for a while until I had orgasmed at least 3 times. Then we changed positions to doggy style on the pentagram beneath our feet, my breasts pressed against the cold floor. He rammed his cock back inside me and I filled the room with pleasured moans as he hit my cervix with each powerful thrust. He gradually went faster and harder, nearing his climax until he suddenly pulled out. I asked if he came but he said no, and that he found a crucifix on a pew. He walked naked to the crucifix and brought it over. He spread my cheeks, and I knew what was going to happen, and I smiled. He spat on the cross and slowly slid it into my pussy, teasing me with it until her pulled it out and slowly pushed it into my tight azzhole, deeper and deeper. I could feel his hard, heavy, throbbing member against my thigh as he penetrated me with our new toy. I bit my finger and came at least twice more. Apparently this was enough to make him cum, and he shot his seed all over my back. I loved it, but I wanted it inside too. I turned around and jerked him off with fast, intense strokes, sucking it occasionally too. When he was finally hard I had him fuck me again, he lasted longer this time and went ever harder and faster. My legs trembled and the sound of him pounding against my ass filled the room. His moans got louder and his cock throbbed more, and I knew he was getting close. I begged him repeatedly to cum inside me, and he finally spilled inside of me with one final thrust, panting and shaking. I felt warm inside and felt the wind chill on my hard nipples. I came at the same time. He pulled out and we laid together on the ground. I played with his cum and speared it on the altar. He rubbed his cock on every image he could find. I took a bible with me, and wrote “Hail Satan” on a blank page with a pen in my car. We dressed ourselves left the church at 2 AM. We got fast food before going home for the night.

Gerald Brom

– Manuel Sanjulian

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