Today’s Sermon
Erotic Stocking Story
It was a beautiful spring morning in North Carolina, the kind of morning you always picture when thinking about the beauty of the South. Sunny and warm, with just a hint of a breeze to refresh. It was also a Sunday morning and Glenn was straightening his tie in the mirror as he prepared for church. Glenn was 28 and from New York. He had a good job in advertising, was making plenty of money and already owned a small house on Long Island. What he didn’t have was a girlfriend. Anymore, that is. In fact, he had a fiancée, but he broke it off after catching her with and ex-boyfriend. That happened four months ago and had turned his life upside down. Despite his friends best efforts he had been unable to find someone new. He was taking a week off to visit with his favourite aunt whose fiftieth birthday was later in the week. A big party had been planned and he didn’t want to miss it. Besides, he figured it might clear his head and maybe change his luck. Aunt Jenny gave a quick knock and poked her head in his room. Come on already, she said. We’re going to be late. The ride to the church was short and pleasant. Glenn made small talk with his Aunt Jenny and her husband, Ken. As a boy, he had made plenty of trips to North Carolina with his Mom. After she passed, the trips became less frequent, but he still enjoyed the friendly atmosphere and slower pace.
Aunt Jenny and Uncle Ken were in the church choir and they told Glenn to find a seat near the front and they would see him later in the service. Sit up straight and behave, Aunt Jenny joked, none of that big city attitude. Glenn found a seat near the front and busied himself with the church program while the organ signalled the service was about to begin. He was busy scanning the congregation to his left and didn’t notice her sit down. When he finally did turn her way, the first thing he noticed was her shoe. It was an exquisite white pump with what he guessed to be about a four inch heel. It casually bounced up and down as a sexy gold heart shaped anklet was the next thing to capture his eye. He continued his gaze upwards, past the tight, knee length white skirt and over the trim waist until he reached the large swell of her breasts that jutted out proudly underneath a sky blue blouse. Expensive pearls framed a slender neck leading to the face of an angel. He continued to stare until they locked eyes and Glenn was suddenly aware that she had caught him. He had amateurishly checked her out from head to foot and had been caught like a horny eighth grader. She laughed softly and ran a well manicured hand through her shoulder length curly blonde hair. The sermon began but Glenn didn’t hear a word of it. They were the only two in their row and she sat about six feet from him. She was a walking Southern wet dream and he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He kept sneaking glances. He tried to be subtle but she had to sense it. She re-crossed her legs and her skirt rode up a bit higher. Glenn could barely sit still. The preacher, an older balding man, was going on about church business and happenings, but all Glenn could think about was her legs. They were wrapped in a dark tan shade of nylon, the gold anklet winking at him as the light played on it.
The goddess continued to cross and re-cross her legs every few minutes and her skirt was now slightly above her knees.
Looking away, Glenn was lost in thought as the first hymn began. He looked up to find the beautiful stranger standing next to him, an open hymnal in her hands. We can share if you like, she said in an achingly sexy southern drawl. Glenn nodded and stood next to her. He sang quietly, as did she, their bodies close. He could feel her arm against his and he tried to focus every nerve ending in his body into that arm. He sang the words robotically, barely able to concentrate. Finally the song ended and they sat down. She was closer. Not right on top of him, but definitely closer. Glenn’s heart began to beat faster. When she had her head down and her eyes closed in prayer, he took the time to really study her. She looked to be in her mid-twenties and was just gorgeous — smooth, fair skin, delicate cheekbones, rich full lips…like a Barbie doll come to life. She was looking at him again. The prayer had ended and he got caught staring a second time. He sat up and stared straight ahead. This is getting embarrassing, he thought, get a grip. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed movement. She had crossed her legs again. He tried hard not to look. He tried to concentrate on the sermon about the weakness of the flesh, but he couldn’t. Her legs were calling him. He was trying to resist, trying to ignore them and then…she leaned over to adjust her ankle bracelet. It had gotten caught on her nylons and she was fixing it and smoothing the nylon when she caught him staring. Sometimes it gets caught, she whispered. He just nodded and she sat back and began bobbing her shoe again. He was starting to feel very warm despite the church’s air conditioning. He finally tore his gaze away and tried to concentrate on the sermon. He spotted his Aunt Jenny in the choir seating behind the pulpit and they exchanged smiles. For a couple of moments he stared at the back of the head of the man in front of him, trying to bore a hole into his skull with his eyes. But it was no use; he heard the rustle of her nylons alerting him to the fact that she had crossed her legs again. He gave up fighting it and turned his head towards her. The skirt was now well above the knee, her right leg crossed over her left and his eyes travelled down those wonderful legs, down until he reached her sexy pump which was now…dangling. Oh man, he thought. That is soooo sexy. He was staring now. He didn’t even try to hide it. Her pump was dangling precariously on her toes and the front part of her foot, still bobbing slightly to an imaginary beat. It was then he noticed the darkened shade of nylon on her heel. The heel was‚ reinforced and probably the toe as well. That meant only one thing: stockings. Glenn was hard before he knew it. He watched, transfixed, as the heel slid more and more off her foot with each bob. Finally, as if in slow motion, he watched as it fell completely off. It made a small sound as it hit the floor. Indeed, there was also a darkened patch of nylon covering her toes. Glenn’s suit pants popped up like a tent. He never noticed the blonde’s shy smile at this fact. He was beyond noticing anything other than her legs and feet. Without thinking, he was quickly leaning over and kneeling to pick up her shoe. He picked up the pump and held it in his hand for a moment, caressing it. He was now eye level with her foot and he drank it in for a moment before looking up into her face. She looked down at him and held her foot out. Would you mind? She whispered. Dumbstruck, Glenn held her shoe for her and she began to slide her foot back into it. He helped her ease her foot in, lightly caressing her insole and ankle as he did so. She smiled back down at him. After he helped her, he sat back up. Realizing he had a raging hard-on, he tried to cover it with the hymnal. She laughed softly and looked away. Suddenly, the rest of the congregation was standing for the next hymn. How could he stand up like this? He didn’t know what to do when suddenly her voice was in his ear. Tell you what; maybe you should just keep that good book where it is, sugar. We can share my hymnal again for this one. Nodding he joined her in standing, all the while covering himself. She held her hymnal out for both of them, standing very close now. Their hips were touching and he could feel the firm swell of her breast against his arm. This was the point in the sermon where they sang two hymns in a row. As they finished they first, the young blonde leaned in and whispered; now I have to excuse myself for a moment. You turn to the next hymn and I’ll see you shortly. She moved off down the aisle and disappeared. Glenn looked around in embarrassment; sure everyone had noticed his predicament. No one was looking at him or laughing or pointing. He took a deep breath and exhaled. He flipped through the hymnal to the page for the next song and he found the note. Sugar, Give me two minutes and then meet me downstairs by the ladies room. Shutting the hymnal and stuffing the note in his pocket he quickly moved down the aisle and into the back of the church. He took the stairs two at a time and when he reached the basement, he searched down the corridor until he found the ladies room. Hesitant, he slowly pushed the door open. Hello? He began. Suddenly he was pulled from behind into a storage closet. He stood face to face with the object of his desires. She stepped forward and gave him a passionate kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth eagerly. After a few moments, she stepped away. C’mon, baby, she breathed, he’s long winded, but we don’t have that much time. I already locked the door. Get your clothes off. She began undressing. Soon the blouse was off, revealing a large, firm set of breasts that threatened to spill over the lacy white bra she wore. Glenn stared awestruck. She shimmied out of the skirt next, a matching white garter belt and thong coming into view. She looked at him as he removed his shirt. Judging by the way you were staring all morning, I’ll assume you’d like me to leave the stockings and heels on, she asked. He could only nod yes. She stepped close to him. What’s your na… he began. Shh, she cut him off. No names. It’s better this way. She attacked his pants, unbuckling them. Finally open, she yanked downward, his pants and boxers pooling at his feet. She wrapped her hand around his hardness, stroking him back and forth, precum already glistening at his head. Mmmm…nice sugar, she purred, Ò I can’t wait to feel this inside me. She leaned in and kissed him hard. Their tongues danced as her hands played with his manhood, one hand stroking his cock, the other hand kneading his balls. Glenn’s hands fumbled with her bra, finally unhooking it. She leaned back to discard it, slowly, teasingly her full breasts came into view. They were perfect, Glenn thought. Large and firm, with large pink aerioles. She pulled his head down to them and he went willingly. Taking her breast in his mouth, he sucked hard, teasing the nipple with his tongue. Oh yes, she cried, that’s it. Bite on my nipples…ohhh… Glenn did just that, kissing and sucking and biting. He also slid his hands down and took hold of her sumptuous ass and started squeezing both cheeks in succession, lightly running his index finger along the crack of her ass underneath her thong. Oh, yes. That feels good, she said, I’ve got to have you inside me. She stepped away from him and turned her back. She began to slowly slide her thong down her beautifully sculpted stocking clad legs. Glenn watched, feeling as though he was dreaming. She stepped out of the thong, spread her legs and bent over the janitors sink. She looked back at him over her shoulder. Flipping her hair out of the way, she fixed him with a look that screamed slut.
We don’t have time for any bullshit, honey. She demanded. Right now, I want it hard. I want it fast. And I want it from behind.
She stuck her wonderful ass out to him as an invitation and Glenn didn’t need to be told twice.
Stroking his 7’ cock as he moved towards her, Glenn realized he’d never been this turned-on in his life. He wanted to enjoy this moment. He began to slowly rub his cock up and down and around her pussy lips. She was completely shaved and it felt wonderful. She was already so wet and he slipped in and around, teasing — never putting more than just the tip of his dick inside her. It was driving her crazy.
Please, sugar, she cried, don’t tease me. Stick it in. Please.
He continued to tease. Leaning in, he whispered in her ear, Why not? You teased me all morning. Flashing your stockings at me, making my dick so hard it hurt. You don’t deserve to get fucked.
No, please, she wailed, please. I’m sorry I teased you. I’m sorry. I just need it so bad right now. Just do it, please.
Back and forth he rubbed, all over her pussy lips. She was drenched.
So that’s what you really want? To get fucked? He hissed.
Yes! Fuck me! she cried, That’s what I need. To get fucked. Please shove that big, hard…ohhhh!
It was at that moment that Glenn shoved his fully erect member deep into her pussy, taking her by surprise and filing her to the hilt. She began wildly thrusting her ass back to meet him and Glenn had to grab hold of her hips for dear life. After a few moments, they settled in to a nice steady rhythm. He was fucking her hard and she grunted on every stroke. He looked down and smiled. Her ass, beautifully framed by the garter belt, made an inviting target and he slammed her again and again, his balls slapping loudly against her ass.
The blonde was grunting and moaning in physical ecstasy, his powerful strokes sending her close to the edge. Glenn could sense her mounting orgasm. He decided to go all out.
He slapped her hard on the ass and she cried out. Bam, bam, bam, he drilled her.
Look at you, he sneered, dressed all sexy, bent over some dirty sink in the basement of your church getting pounded by some strange cock! Yankee cock, to boot! You slut!
Ohhhh.. She moaned.
Tell me, he spat; tell me you’re a slut for strange cock!
I am, she answered, I am a slut for strange cock. Give me your big cock.
Again, he cried, tell me you’re a slut for Yankee cock. Tell me.
She was getting close now. He knew it.
Yes, yes… she could barely get the words out, her orgasm was so close. I love that big Yankee cock in my tight little Southern pussy. Give it to me. Give me that big Yankee cock!
Glenn spanked her again. He knew she was getting close. He was getting close himself. There was one more thing to try to put her over the edge. Holding on tight to her hips with his left hand, he brought his right hand up to his mouth and began to suck on his middle finger, getting it good and wet.
Unh…unh…yes, that’s it…, she moaned, I’m getting so close, sugar.
Glenn continued to fuck her hard and after several strokes he brought his middle finger down to her ass crack and quickly, in one fluid motion, inserted it. The combination of her sweat and his spit made for a smooth if tight, entry. He was in up to his knuckle and she just lost it.
Ohhhh…ohhh…Oh my God, she yelled, I’m cummmminggggg….” Bucking her hips wildly, she thrashed about, grinding her ass backwards onto his cock and finger as if her life depended on it. Her eyes rolled back up into her head and she began shaking she was cumming so hard. Glenn continued to plow into her as she came and he eventually slowed his pace as her tremendous orgasm began to subside. He was so turned on by what he just witnessed that he knew he couldn’t last much longer.
I, uhm,…, he began breathlessly, I’m getting real close.
Oh yes, baby, she squealed, jumping up to face him. She grabbed his cock and began stroking it over the sink.
Her left hand stroking his cock, her right hand playing with his balls, she cooed into his ear,
C’mon, sugar. I want to see all of that hot; juicy sperm shoot out of this big Yankee cock. All for me.
She continued to stroke him, so close…
Look at me. He demanded.
She did and they locked eyes. He slowly brought his middle finger up to her lips. When she realized which finger it was, she shook her head no.
Suck it. He said.
Back and forth her hand sped, back and forth. Her eyes, locked with his pleaded with him. He brought the finger right to her lips.
Taste…your…ass… he growled.
Faster and faster her hand went, jerking him off, aiming for the sink. Staring deeply into his eyes, she parted her lips ever so slightly and he thrust his finger in. She closed her mouth, sucking on it, wrapping her lips around it, never taking her eyes off his.
He came as hard as he’d ever cum in his life. She continued to jerk him, her eyes fixed on his, as string after string of thick, white cum shot out of his cock. She continued to milk him until he was done, her hand covered in his hot seed.
Staring into her piercing blue eyes, he removed his finger and reached down and guided her cum covered hand to her lips. She lapped at it eagerly, using her tongue to erase all traces of the sticky substance from her hand. She looked at him smiling.
We’re not done yet, he began, clean me. Her smile widened as he gave her a soft push downward. She went willingly, dropping to her knees and taking his still semi-erect cock in her mouth.
To prove a point, she took his cock deep down her throat until her nose was touching his pubic hair, then she slowly slid it back out. She continued to suck and lick until all traces of sperm was gone. She then stood back up and went to kiss him. Glenn shied away. She grabbed him by the back of the neck.
Taste yourself was all she said and pulled his head to hers. Their tongues wrapped around one another and they held a long and passionate kiss. After what seemed like forever, she broke it.
The last hymn is starting; she warned as she began to assemble her clothes, we’ve got to get upstairs. I’m going to use the Ladies Room. The Men’s Room is around the corner. See you later. It’s been fun.
Wait, he began, I don’t even know your…
Shhh, she put her finger to his lips cutting him off, it’s better this way. And with that, she left for the Ladies Room.
After cleaning up in the Men’s Room, Glenn made his way back upstairs and returned to his row just as the last hymn was ending. She was nowhere to be seen. The Pastor led the congregation in a final prayer and the service ended. His Aunt and Uncle returned from the Choir loft to join him. They took great pride in introducing their handsome, successful nephew from New York to all those around them. Because of this delay, Glenn lost all hope of catching his mystery women on the way out.
As was custom, the Pastor greeted his flock at the door as they exited. As Glenn and his relatives inched along, waiting their turn, he scanned the room for her. Nothing. Shit. He thought.
Finally, it was their turn to meet with the Reverend.
Wonderful sermon, Pastor, just wonderful. Aunt Jenny gushed, You are in inspiration to us all. Pastor, I like you to meet my nephew Glenn. He’s from NY, but he’s okay. Glenn, this is Pastor Hayden.
Pastor Hayden was a big, jovial fellow in his early fifties and he had an iron grip. He pumped Glenn’s hand enthusiastically.
Welcome…welcome, my friend, he began, your aunt and uncle are good, God fearing Christians and it’s a pleasure to meet one of their big city kin.
Thank you sir, Glenn started, I enjoyed the sermon. It was…uplifting…
Thank you, son, thank you. He replied, I’m just a messenger for God, but sometimes people need help getting the message, eh? Especially you young people. He gently poked Glenn in the ribs. And here, without further ado, let me introduce you to someone special to me but who probably has a lot more in common with you…my daughter…Julie.
Glenn wasn’t even surprised when the blonde woman standing to Pastor Hayden’s right, excused herself from the conversation she was having and turned to greet him. She extended the dainty hand he was now intimately acquainted with and he took it, there eyes once again locking.
A pleasure to meet you, Julie, I’m Glenn, he said
No, sugar she replied with that killer smile, the pleasure was all mine.
THE END - Written by Mr. Pink
