Only 'girl' was crossed out and 'slut' written beneath it.I let out a hungry growl. She was a slut with a capital S.Beware the maiden, pink of hair. A...tarte's voice whispered in my mind.She walked past, her ass writhing like a bag full of cats beneath that tight jean skirt. My pecker ached so bad to stick it in her cooch. I followed her. She was so beautiful, vivacious—desirable.Beguiling figure, comely face.What could this little girl do to me? It was getting hard to think as my blood filled. I smiled and kept moving. We made it to the exit. I paused for a second, hoping our luck hadn't run out and pushed on the bar.It opened without any alarms going off. 'Thanks for small favors.' I thought as we ran down a small hallway to another exit door. Our luck had run out again. This time, when I pushed the bar on the door, a huge blaring sound poured out of a lock on the door. The door did open, though, and we ran out into the cold night air.I quickly looked around, looking for the car. I. I quickly volunteered to help; in anyway I could, with the music. I wasn't going to fight the urge to get close to him; and eventually, fuck him!! He called me one Saturday afternoon and asked if I wanted to come down to the church and work on the soundboard. I didn't hesitate! I knew immediately; when I got there, I would seduce John before I left! When I walked in I heard music coming from the sanctuary; and, I knew he was waiting for me in the balcony!!I shook his hand and we hung out for a. .HOLE! LEE! SHIT!!I go into the cuntal equivalent of a brain-freeze, simultaneously sucking in my gut and gasping for air, every muscle in my body clenching. My clit tucks its hood in around itself and vanishes. My anus puckers tighter. Every muscle down there is knotting up, my crotch is chilled all the way from my pubic bone to my tail bone! My instinct is to curl up into a defensive ball.Mom gets the same treatment, gasping and flinching, and I wince in sympathy as my crotch slowly.