Sunday morning, ten o’clock. My friend Sheila and I were sitting together in a Catholic church.

I had been apprehensive about going with her at first, but I wanted to learn more about this five-foot-six-inch, chestnut-haired, beautiful goddess. We sat in the rear corner of the church, our backs to the wall. Everyone was singing around us, and paying no attention to anything but the hymn book.

Pretty soon I felt Sheila’s slender hand on top of mine. Her hand was so hot, I thought she was going to burn up. Anyway, she looked at me with half-closed eyes, as if she wanted something just out of reach. “Let me see your index finger,” she said. Without thinking, I offered her my hand and looked at her quizzically.

Sheila quietly lifted the pleated silk skirt from her crossed legs, and I saw that she was wearing no panties. My heart was beating quicker by the moment, and I saw that she was totally wet and completely turned on. Slowly, so as not to draw attention, she took my finger between her burning thighs and inserted the tip in her vagina. I thought I was going to die. My cock was screaming to be touched, and aching to be inside her.

She gave me a lascivious look and whispered, “Do you mind if I play with your finger?” I didn’t reply. My thoughts were elsewhere, and she could tell.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she pushed my finger into her body. It was so smooth and wet. Her soft lips pulled at my finger as she withdrew it from deep inside her. Pretty soon I could feel her loosening up. Her eyes were now closed, and her hands quivered in excitement. I thought I felt a bead of come roll from her lips and slide down her inner thigh. My 501s were bursting with my engorged cock, and beginning to show a wet spot. We wanted each other, and this church service was pure torture.

Later that day, after we labored through the two-hour sermon, we arrived back at the apartment she shared with two other women. We walked in, said hi to her roommate Lily, and headed for Sheila’s bedroom. Lily hollered after us, “Behave yourselves, kids!”

Sheila and I lay down on the bed and basked in the afternoon sunlight. We touched each other longingly, every touch full of sexual desire. Once again, I was straining against my button-fly jeans, and she was getting hotter by the touch. I felt her pull at my pants, my buttons popping open in response. Her slender fingers slid into my boxers and found my aroused length. She moaned in desire and bent down, licking the tip. Her tongue was slick, and her breath hot. My eyes focused on her breasts, the nipples hardening visibly in her sheer blouse. Then she pulled off my jeans, sliding my boxers down my legs. Mischievously peering into my eyes, she bit her lip and lifted her skirt high above her waist, exposing her glistening vulva. With one hand on my cock and one on my T-shirt, she lowered her pussy gently down on me.

I felt her slide over the tip, and the warmth gave me a thousand little prickles. Gasping, she engulfed the entire length, her pussy tight around my rock-hard dick. It felt like heaven, and with her fingers clenched in mine, she rode slowly up and down, her eyes rolled back and her mouth loosely opened as her breathing became more erratic.

At first I didn’t notice, but Lily was watching us from the doorway. I was startled at first, but I saw that her tan slacks and white panties were around her knees, and two of her fingers were gliding in and out of her pussy. She didn’t say a word at my stare, just whimpered in jealousy. After a while, she withdrew her probing fingers, licking them with hungry ferocity. Lily’s eyes concentrated on my disappearing and reappearing cock.

Then Sheila looked to the side and cooed to her friend to come over. Lily stumbled out of her restricting pants and panties and pulled her shirt over her head. Totally naked, her oval breasts bobbing as she moved, she walked over to us. Sheila dismounted my gleaming cock and lay back. I parted her smooth legs, and once again pressed my swollen penis past her warm lips and into her wet vagina.

As I rhythmically slid in and out, Lily climbed over her roommate’s head and lowered herself down. Sheila used two fingers to open her friend’s moist pussy, then inserted her tongue deep inside. Lily let out a sharp cry, and tears of pleasure rolled down her face. Slowly, Lily unbuttoned Sheila’s blouse and undid her bra. Sheila’s breasts sprung free, and she flushed with excitement — her nipples taut, her areolae swollen. Lily lightly brushed her fingertips across Sheila’s pouting breasts, and shyly wrapped the other hand around my shining cock. A tear rolled down Lily’s pleasure-filled face and traveled to a nipple. It glowed in the afternoon light, as if it were an advertisement for her sweating body.

Chests thrust, hips swayed side to side, and the room filled with the sucking sounds of wetness. My body tingled as my taut cock glided in and out of Sheila’s relaxed pussy. Each time I withdrew from my methodical thrust, she gripped me from inside as if to ask me to give her some pre-come. Soon I reached an orgasm, and Sheila’s face was contorted with the telltale grimace of her own pleasure. Sheila whimpered and stroked the underside of my balls with a gentle hand as I released my hot come deep inside her, and as I pulsed, her pussy pulsed. Next, Lily climbed away from her friend’s searching tongue, kneeling at the edge of the bed, softly touching our swollen, spent privates.

I learned that day that even the good can be mischievous, and that church was indeed a way to reach heaven.