You’d never guess my secret. My friends don’t know. My students don’t know. My mom doesn’t even know, and I live with her.

I live a pretty normal life: choir practice, teaching my kindergarteners, and then heading over to the animal shelter to volunteer. At night, I take care of my mother in the house that we share. But after she goes to bed, I get horny and start looking for a hookup online.

I always knew I had a strong libido, although I never used to do anything about it. I’d stand in choir looking out at the congregation and getting turned on by some of the men, but I never acted on those feelings. Half of the men I was attracted to were married. And of course, I knew their wives. I worked side by side with them at Sunday school. And when it came down to it, knowing their wives sort of turned me on.

The first guy I was with also worked at the church, but he wasn’t a pastor or deacon or anything, just a janitor-handyman type named Rod. I’d seen him in church on Sundays with his girlfriend, and he was very nice to me. I’ve always been a little quiet and timid even, because I’m a big girl. But one day I was making copies of sheet music for choir practice, and I felt like someone was staring at me. I turned and got chills.
Rod was staring at my chest so intently that he hadn’t even noticed I had turned toward him. He licked his lips and I could feel the blush in my cheeks and I just knew that the red now stretched down to the pale, freckled skin on my breasts. I wondered if he could somehow see the lacy pink matching bra and panty set I had on today. I felt like he could see every inch of me because of the way he stared. When our eyes met, Rod didn’t look away as I thought he would. Instead, he smiled at me and looked around to the right and left. No one usually came into the church office on Friday afternoons, just me to get the music ready for practice and just Rod to get the place clean for Sunday services. We most likely had the place to ourselves.

He came over behind me and looked over my shoulder.

“What are you working on?” he asked.

I knew exactly what I was working on so why couldn’t I speak? It didn’t matter. I don’t know how he knew he’d get away with it. I try to put off the vibe that I’m a good girl. Up until this moment, I was a good girl. But he put his hands on my shoulders, and he started rubbing. Then he let his hands drift down to my tits and he started squeezing. He pushed them together and slipped his hands under my bra so he could caress the soft undersides of my breasts. Having my tits manhandled felt damn good, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop him. His breath grew heavier. Everything got so silent. I heard his tongue run across his chapped lips.

Before I could come to my senses, he had me topless.

“You know how long I’ve wanted to lick those titties?” he asked, unable to take his eyes off my chest. I was so pleased I’d worn one of my sexiest bras. He buried his head between my breasts and started kneading my crotch through my pants. I couldn’t stop staring at the huge boner poking against his pants. I couldn’t speak, and I loved how he took control. He unsnapped the button on my pants and pushed them to the floor.

“Get up on that desk and let me look at you.”

I did what he said. I didn’t tell him I was a virgin. That part of me didn’t seem real right then anyway. All I knew was the dirty little scenarios I had imagined with the men in the church. And I’d finger fucked myself enough times that I couldn’t really be considered a virgin anyway.

“Lay down,” he ordered.

The sheet music crumpled up beneath me as I did what he said. He unzipped his pants and took his solid cock in his hands.

“I want you to suck my dick, get it all wet and sloppy.” He stuck his dick in my mouth before he finished the sentence. I immediately remembered all the dicks I’d sucked in high school. Us girls at Christian High School had it drilled in our heads that sex before marriage was wrong, but sucking as many dicks as we wanted, no problem. All of that experience paid off now as I licked, stroked, and deep-throated Rod’s cock.

“Suck it, you dirty fucking whore. I always knew you were a whore. I could tell.”
I couldn’t argue with him because even though I was good in every obvious way, I also thought about getting fucked several times a day. I thought about married guys slipping their cocks into me while their wives waited at home. That kind of thinking drove me insane and it was constant. I was a walking sex bomb, and Rob had finally lit my fuse.

After I’d gotten his dick sloppy wet with my saliva, Rod climbed up on the desk and fucked my tits, sticking his cock in my mouth every once in a while to get it wetter. As I got hornier, I secretly hoped he could hold his load long enough to fuck my pussy. He’d left my pink panties on, and they were so wet they stuck to my shaved bare skin. I wanted that sloppy cock inside of me. As if Rod could hear my thoughts, he pushed the soaked crotch of my panties to the side and thrust his cock into me.

Sudden, intense waves rolled through my body. Getting fucked was just as amazing as I’d imagined. I bucked my hips against him. I couldn’t get enough of his cock.

What I absolutely loved was how rough he was. He squeezed my tits much too hard and rammed himself into my soft folds. My whole body shuddered from his abuse. I came several times before he pulled his cock out of me and sprayed my whole body with his hot jiz.

“Lick it,” he ordered, and I licked his penis head clean. Cum tasted good, and I licked my lips, savoring every last drop. We got dressed in silence and then he snuck outside for a cigarette before getting back to work. It took me a bit of time before I could return to my sheet music. I spent the afternoon wondering if our encounter had been real.

That night, after my mother said good night and went into her room, I sat in my room fingering my moist crotch. It was still sore from the pounding Rod had given me. I couldn’t stop thinking about that afternoon. So I pulled out my laptop and started cruising sites. I registered on one site with the name easybbw, determined to have more experiences like the one I’d had with Rod.

I met several guys through the site. Some of the guys were too nice, and I didn’t want nice. I wanted to be told what to do and how to do it. And the guys who were best at that were the guys I met at church—the ones who needed a dirty slut because they were sick of their goodhearted wives. After Rod took me that afternoon, something about the way I looked must have changed because suddenly the men at church could not stop ogling me.

Last week I was straightening the choir section after the service when a man I didn’t recognize approached me.

“Anna,” he said as if I ought to know who he was.

“Yes?”

“Beautiful singing this week,” he complimented me. I put on my most heavenly smile and thanked him. He stepped closer and kissed me—a wild, rough kiss that made me instantly wet. “Is it true what they say about you?” he whispered.

“Probably not,” I teased. “What have you heard?”

“That you can’t get enough cock.” As he said it, he rubbed his crotch. I moved his hand and felt what was in store for me—a massive hard-on. He pushed down on my shoulders and I followed his lead, getting on my knees and undoing his fly. His cock was suddenly free and I looked up into the stranger’s eyes silently asking what I should do next. He pulled me up by my arms and turned me around, bending me over one of the pews. He left marks on my arms, but his forceful handling got me hot.
He yanked up my skirt, ripping my nylons. Then he eased his fingers into my pussy. Some people were still enjoying fellowship right outside the church, so I had to be quiet. I bit my lip in ecstasy.

“Are you ready for me?” he whispered.

“Oh please fuck me,” I begged.

He rammed me hard and pulled my hair back so that my back arched. I really had to stop myself from screaming because it hurt, how forceful he was, and it also made me insane with sexual hunger. The mystery turned me on, too. Who was this man? He wasn’t a member of our congregation. Did he know me from my online searches? I didn’t care as he pounded me so hard my feet came off the ground. I held onto the back of the pew and took his cock deep inside me where just a few minutes earlier I’d been singing with the group. That thought had me so horny, I came. Then the man grunted and I felt him cum inside of me. He held my hips tight against him as he emptied his load into me. Then he dropped his grip, zipped his pants, and didn’t say a word to me before walking away.

I sat down for a minute to take it all in. I had to sing at another service in an hour. For the rest of the day, I got horny every time a little bit of air blew up my skirt and cooled my exposed pussy. Who was that man? I had let a complete stranger fuck my brains out, and I couldn’t get the experience out of my head.

That wasn’t the last time the stranger and I met. The truth was that underneath the good little virgin my mother had raised was a horny slut who needed to be fucked. The secret was out. So after our last service that day, I flirted with two choir members. Innocent flirtations soon turned into a proposition, and that night while mom was at Bingo, I let the two guys fuck me simultaneously. They treated me as nasty as I liked, forcing me to blow one of them while the other one lubed up my asshole and gave me first anal experience. They fucked me until I had to beg them to leave before my mother came home.

She arrived right after they drove away, and she told me all about her evening as I worried that she could smell my pussy and the salty scent of jiz that filled our living room. But she didn’t seem to notice. No matter how many guys I fucked, I was still Miss Innocence on the outside. That night I lie in bed exhausted and also exhilarated. I wanted to get fucked more, and harder, and in even dirtier ways.