Blood and Wine

This piece was written for the "The Weekly Quickie Contest"  [18+] The prompt: Round 39 (August 30th - Sept. 6th) Give me a hot sex story on Holy Ground. Either a church or a mosque or a buddist temple. Just want sex in a place deemed too 'holy' for sex.

Blood and Wine
by Charlie Maddox

It was the second day of the Singles for Sanctity retreat. Christian and I were hanging back at the edge of the crowd as people filed into rooms for the classes they'd chosen. We’d been dating for six months, and this was our first singles retreat together, the minimum age being 18. Suddenly, he eased his hand into mine. Without speaking a word, he led me down the church's long hallway to an unoccupied bathroom, locking the door behind us.

“What’re you doing?” I giggled, trying to get past him, but he held the door closed with his well-muscled right arm. “What if someone saw us come in here? You’re gonna get me in so much trouble.”

“Shh,” he said. “You talk too much.”

I backed up against the wall, trapped. Chris nuzzled my neck; pressing his body hard against me I could feel his erection on my thigh. 

“No,” I whimpered. My knees buckled and my body betrayed me, every inch of my virgin skin longed for his touch. “I can’t. I’m the preacher’s daughter, for God’s sake.”

He spun me around to face the mirror. Looming behind me, his manhood was plainly visible and throbbing for release.

“You’re also a woman. Jesus Christ, would you look at yourself. Look how beautiful you are.”

He reached around to unbutton my blouse, freeing my aching breasts from their imprisonment. I watched in the mirror as he licked his fingers and teased my large nipples with their moistness, pinching and tugging on them until they stood erect and quivering under his touch.

Christian's right hand found its way up under my skirt and across my thigh, stroking my pussy through my panties. Then deciding they were in the way, he ripped them off with one swift motion.

“Bend over and stick your ass up for me,” he said, and I did it without hesitation. My breasts pressed into the cold, wet countertop, but I didn’t care. This man was doing things to me I’d never experienced before, and I didn’t want him to stop. “Spread your legs a little more.”

Chris squatted down and blew softly on my pussy, breathing deeply of my pungent aroma. Leaning in closer, he licked my lips so gently with the tip of his tongue that I could barely feel it, but I could feel it enough to set the butterflies in my stomach aflutter. I arched my back in anticipation.

“Have you ever had a man inside you before?”

I shook my head no, unable to speak.

I watched in the mirror as Christian stood to unzip his pants. “Then this is probably going to hurt a little.” He pressed himself against me, his flesh hot and inviting. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

“What do you want, angel?” He explored my bare flesh, his fingers greedily probing the hidden secrets between my legs, my bottom, my cleavage. “Tell me.”

"I … I…” My mind reeled, for I didn’t know what I wanted.

“I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Mmm …”

“Say it!”

“I want you inside me," I whispered.

Chris watched my face in the mirror as he slowly, steadily eased every inch of his engorged cock into my vestal vagina with a guttural, animalistic moan. It was as though I was being stabbed in the deepest core of my being. The pain was excruciating, exquisite, and I cried out in agony. His movements stopped. He stood there for a moment, eyes closed, head back, savoring the sensation of my luscious cunt impaled on his rod. I sobbed, his fingers dug deeper into my fleshy hips at the sound, and his thrusting began anew, quickened, became more forceful.

Tears streamed down my face, but the initial pain was gone and I became aware of the thickness of him. I felt I might split under the pressure. I’d never felt so full before, and though it hurt, I was breathless with desire for him. I wanted more.

I bent forward, tilting my ass upward, allowing him to plunge deeper and deeper inside me. My blood traced a path down the inside of my thighs and pooled on the floor between our feet.

Christian's breathing was shallow and labored now, his jaw clenched as his hot shaft explored the depths of my newly discovered womanhood over and over again.

“Ugh!” I grunted, reaching down between my legs to feel him as he entered me. Our bodies now one.

The knob jiggled, then a quick knock on the door. Someone wanted in. "Sarah? Are you in there?"

"Fuck, it's your dad!" Chris whispered, his erection dwindling fast.

"I'm here, Daddy. I'll be out in a sec."

"Well hurry up, would you? They're just getting ready to start Communion."

Christian withdrew from me, his penis but a shriveled shadow of its former self.

"Nothing like a parent walking in on you to kill the mood, eh?" he joked.

The blood wiped off easily, and we straightened our clothes as best we could.

"God, I hope they're serving real wine this time," Chris said. "I don't know about you, but I could really use a drink."

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