Chapter 33
Not every story is cool, and this time I'm gonna tell you about a girl I met who was a devout Christian! Yeah, a devout Christian! But can a dyke be a devout Christian? Sure she can, I know a few, but come on, friend? A holy roller dyke doesn't work, right? The church doesn't like gays! So it all started like this...
A mutual friend told me about a girl he'd met, in short, they were at a bar getting wasted and when he hit on her, the girl shot him down and apparently to justify it she said she liked girls, but had issues with that because she was a devout Christian. She said she'd hooked up with girls before but avoided it because she felt bad about it. I don't like that type of person because they're always tough to deal with, I'm not a psychologist and I don't wanna have to interact with messed-up people. When he told me about the girl, I said no right away, but then he showed me her pic and I stood up and shouted hallelujah! The woman was a knockout. Beautiful, fair-skinned with dark brown hair, slim with curves and totally Instagram-worthy in my bed!
I added her and we started chatting casually, that jerk told her I was a devout Christian too, fine, I'm Catholic and was raised going to mass, but if the priest knew the number of people from his flock that I took to the valley... I haven't been back to church since I grew up. I hate church!
She set up to go out with me on Saturday! Great, I said right away... But it was after the service at one of those modern churches she was visiting for the first time! So, our date was at the service then we'd go somewhere else, I accepted in the moment of the proposal and planned to cancel later, but as we chatted more I saw she was a cool chick and I got really interested in meeting her. With me she never talked about hooking up with women or anything like that, but I knew she was one of those sneaky ones, Oops, I'm drunk! I'm gonna have to eat your pussy!
I met her at the service, she looked gorgeous in a dress and a little cardigan, like a good girl in a modest floral dress with her hair tied up. In her hands a huge Bible and a little cross necklace. "Holy shit, I think I just got a new fetish for devout girls" — I thought to myself.
The perfume she wore was delicious, what a fragrant woman! Anyway! We went into the church, watched the service, as usual, even though the sermon wasn't about it, the pastor said Jesus loves the queers but they're going to hell anyway. When the service ended, I suggested we go grab some food and have a few beers, I swear that even though I wanted to, I thought nothing more than some kisses would happen. I'd shaved my pussy smooth just in case and was prepared. But then I heard.
"Another day, I was thinking we could go to my place!" — the angel in front of me said!
I said I'd be down, of course! And we got in her car. On the way she pulled over on a really sketchy street, I swear I was scared to death when she got out to talk to some weird kids, looked like she bought something from them. It was drugs, the little devil smokes a joint! I don't like it but okay!
"I bought a little something for us," she said getting back in the car all embarrassed!
Everything was already going wrong, the bitch drags me to a church and then to a crack house. But fine! We could still keep the vibe going! We got to her place in a fancy neighborhood in Rio de Janeiro, it was a condo of old but high-end houses, people who live there aren't broke like me. Inside the house, the decor was old-school, like old money family stuff. I just kept my hands to myself so I wouldn't break anything.
She offered me a beer and we started chatting. Around the second one I brought up the topic, she laughed, played dumb, talked about Jesus... "Girl, are you a dyke or not?" — I thought, trying not to show my anger. She dodged it as much as she could, but she was knocking back the beers at an impressive speed. By the fourth beer she said she had a vice and liked to use something to relax and invited me to join. It was coke, the wench was a cokehead! "This woman is gonna OD here and I'm gonna end up in jail accused of giving her drugs!" I was scared and said that shit would end me and she could do whatever. The girl in the purity dress was no longer sitting prim and proper, she was buzzed from the booze and now snorted almost a whole line of cocaine right in front of me. I was about to call an Uber when she, totally wired, said.
"I think I have a really bad spirit inside me, that sometimes gives me this fire..." — she said coming toward me.
"Baby, I know how to cast out demons with a pussy pounding" — I thought. And I pounced on her and planted the wettest kiss I had. And she kissed well, we started the foreplay over our clothes still, hands crazy running over each other's bodies, kisses on necks and hickeys, things were getting truly hot! When I hear a sob, out of nowhere the damn woman starts crying! "I just can't believe it, am I gonna have to go home all worked up for nothing?" — I made an angry face, I was pissed. But since I'm a sucker, I hugged her to console her.
She wouldn't stop babbling while crying. I just listened and thought of a way to leave. Until she took off her sandals, I didn't pay attention to that, but right after she put both hands behind her back to unzip the dress. "She must just be loosening the dress or taking off her bra..." — that was my thought. But the woman unzipped the dress and took off her bra, the open dress with straps down didn't hold up her tits and left them casually on display, they were perfect, like teenage tits, firm and perky.
"You can stay with me tonight? Sleep here with me!" — the crybaby said.
"I don't know, you should rest, why don't you take a shower?" — I said.
I don't know if she took my suggestion because she took off her clothes and stood there in front of me in her modest beige panties like we were best friends. "God forgives" — I thought and pounced on her kissing the girl again. I hit her with a move that's a mix of jiu-jitsu and Kama Sutra, hand on tit, tit in mouth and the rest on her pussy! I cracked an eye to see her reaction and she was moaning. Her body was toned, everything in place, what smooth skin, the tit now confirmed by touch, was firm. Her ass was like a rock, and she was hot. The girl reacted to my touches and her hands started caressing me and trying to rip off my clothes. I started getting pulled toward some room and when we got there I realized it was her bedroom. As soon as she entered she took off her panties and lay down with legs spread. The girl was laser hairless down to the millimeter without a single imperfection, she looked like a plastic doll and I dove in to eat her, and for one more disaster of the night the bitch stank of piss. Seriously, she must have had some incontinence or something, she didn't seem like a dirty chick but her pussy smelled like she'd literally pissed herself.
She realized I didn't want to go down on her and asked to go to the bathroom. While she was in there I checked myself out and as always mama even soaked in devil sweat, always smells good! I was still in my panties and bra. "I'm not taking off my clothes because if she doesn't want to I don't wanna look rejected" — that was the plan I made, so I sat at the head of the bed and fiddled with my phone.
She came back with a demon in her body and smelling like soap! "Thank God!". Completely naked she sat on my thigh and started grinding on me, seriously it's good, but with that force, she was hurting me. I held it together because she was moaning so loud it seemed like she was about to cum. I wasn't enjoying being there anymore, but I let it play out.
"Wanna eat me?" — I asked, taking off my panties.
She didn't hear or pretended not to. She came at me and started kissing my tits before I could take off my bra, like a fifteen-year-old boy who'd never seen boobs, she sucked so hard I think I lactated right then. Fuck, what a bad suck. The damn girl bit my nipple and even though I yelled: Ow! She moved to something else, she squeezed my tit like a mammogram. I was trying to process that and switch activities when she shoved her hand inside my panties and stuck two fingers inside me. Her fake nail carved a path through my flesh and that scratched me up, I moaned in pain. I told her to go slow and she started pounding her finger with the fake nail in my pussy.
"Babe... Honey… Stop a bit…" — she wouldn't stop…
"Stop, fuck!" — I yelled!
"Girl, have you ever eaten pussy in your life?" — I asked, fucking furious.
The bitch started crying. I didn't care, I started getting dressed to leave, there was a tissue on the headboard that I used to wipe and there was blood on it.
"Look what you did!" — I said, showing her the tissue that I threw at her. I just got dressed while she cried and left.
At home, I took a shower and used a mirror to check what happened, on the way back I felt something cutting inside me, I stuck a finger in to try to touch where it hurt and guess what! There was a fake nail inside my damn pussy.
The devout girl even told my friend without giving many details, that she didn't think I was a nice person. Dirty junkie bitch. I blocked her and didn't even read the long-ass text she sent me the next day.