When I was a freshman in college there was this odd, mousy girl named Althea who always sat alone in the common room, reading books about God and drinking tea.

My friends and I would rampage through at all hours, acting like typical drunken idiots, and Althea would be there on the corner of a couch, never acknowledging us in any way. We knew she had transferred from some Bible college and that she lived alone in a small room at the end of a hall — most likely because she was too awkward and religious to deal with a roommate.

Althea wore pointy nerd glasses and had pale, ghostly skin, but her body was slamming. She never wore a bra — I guess she didn’t think anyone was thinking impure thoughts — and her nipples were always poking through her shirt. I decided to make it my mission to penetrate to the mysterious core of this silent girl who seemed to have more interest in the spirit than the flesh.

She needed to like me first. I started off mellow, just greeting her whenever I walked by. She’d bury her head deeper into her book, but after a few days, she blushed and smiled back.

Next, I upped the ante. I’d sit down next to her, close enough to look into her eyes, and pretend to be curious about what she was reading. Not long after she’d finished a book about Mother Theresa, I asked if I could borrow it. She seemed enthusiastic at my interest and told me to come get the book from her room. Following her down the hall, I still wasn’t sure if she liked me, but I had to at least try.

Althea’s room was small and sparse with nothing on the white walls except a wooden cross, a framed photo of Jesus, and a Bible verse she had printed off the computer. There was barely room to stand, so I sat at the edge of the bed as she went to her little book shelf. I was expecting her to give me the book and show me the door.

But instead, Althea spun around and smiled at me. The book wasn’t in her hands. Then she dropped to her knees. Was she going to start praying for forgiveness for having a man in her room?

Before I could move, she started rubbing my crotch. I was stunned, but her slender, warm hands felt so good as she traced the outside of my cock. She undid my jeans, started licking my stomach, and pulled out my dick. She ran her tongue from the base to the tip, sucking it like a lollipop. I took off her shirt, kissed and licked those amazing tits I’d seen braless so many times, then listened to her moan in my ear as I finger-fucked her wet, warm pussy. She clenched her muscles around my fingers and dug her nails into the back of my neck.

Suddenly, she pulled away.

“Do you like toys?” she asked.

I nodded. This was too good to pass up.

Althea dug into a dresser drawer and pulled out two vibrators. How was this timid church girl the kinkiest chick I’d ever been with? She got naked and slid onto her single bed. I crawled toward her as she spread her legs and forcefully pushed my head into her golden blonde snatch. I lapped up a taste as she passed me one of the vibrators. 

“Just put it in nice and slow,” she told me. I turned on the long silicone device and slid it into her hole, exploring deeper with each thrust. She moaned and pulled me closer between her legs, as I kept pumping the toy into her pussy. She rubbed her breasts and rolled her head back in pleasure.

I pulled the buzzing toy out of her and gently circled it over her clit. She grabbed my face and twirled her tongue around mine. She kissed me harder and harder as she got closer. Then I felt her whole body tense and shudder as she came, screaming into my mouth. She shook out every last drop of orgasm she had in her. Althea lost herself completely. And now it was my turn.

She put my cock in her mouth and sucked it passionately with eyes closed, her cheeks shining bright pink. I hadn’t noticed it, but she’d snuck the ring vibrator around my shaft. Cradling my cock in her soft mouth, she pressed the ring to the underside of my balls and gave me the best blowjob a man could ever hope for. If it wasn’t for Jesus on the wall looking down at me, I would have come in a heartbeat.

After that, Althea flipped over, raised her heart-shaped ass in the air, and begged me to fuck her doggie-style. I slid my cock into her soaking pussy. It felt incredible to fuck her, especially while squeezing and kneading those perfect tits.

She started using the ring on her clit while I pounded away. This must have been the sweet spot for her, because with every thrust she groaned louder. I grabbed her tiny waist and fucked her with everything I had. She pushed her face into the pillow and slammed her fists on the bed, moaning with pleasure.

Just as I was about to explode, I pulled my cock out and I blew a huge load on her sexy ass. She reached back and rubbed my come all over her like lotion, sliding her hand between her ass cheeks.

I fell onto the bed exhausted, drenched in sweat. A second later, I heard a loud whirring noise. I looked over and Althea was on her back, sliding that vibrating plastic cock into her pussy. She had gone from getting fucked by me to fucking herself.

I watched transfixed as this maniac pushed the toy in and out of herself, panting, staring at me with big, blissed-out eyes. Then she slipped the toy out of her pussy and buzzed the tip of it all over her clit. She locked eyes with me, biting her lips, making herself come again.

I was stunned. The shyest girl I knew was an insatiable sex fiend. She made me a believer. While watching Althea give herself multiple orgasms, I thought to myself, God is good!

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