The mouth of an adulterous woman is a deep pit; he who is under the LORD’s wrath will fall into it.
— Proverbs 22:14
We were in Sunday School talking about Song of Songs.
The teacher was explaining the verse “I went down to the nut orchard…” when I noticed her—the hottest girl in the class. She was sitting across from me, looking straight into my eyes while slowly licking her bottom lip. It wasn’t subtle. It was deliberate.
She had a stepmom who was even hotter than she was. Everyone knew it. The kind of woman who still turned heads even while sitting next to her husband in the front row every Sunday.
After class, she waited until most people had left. Then she walked straight up to me.
“I want to lay a firm foundation while I’m still young,” she said quietly. “I want to know how deep the pit can go.”
She wasn’t married. So in her mind, it wouldn’t count as adultery.
We made plans for later that week.
Plowing Her Throat
Jesus said, “No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God.”
I took that verse literally with her.
I had her on her knees in my living room, gripping her hair with both hands like a plow handle. I didn’t ease her into it. I pushed deep into her throat in one long, steady stroke until her nose was pressed against my stomach. She gagged hard, but I didn’t let her pull back.
I started plowing.
Slow, deep strokes at first—pulling almost all the way out before driving back in. Her throat made wet, obscene sounds every time I bottomed out. Tears were already streaming down her face, taking her makeup with them in dark streaks. But she never broke eye contact.
Not once.
Her eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time—wide, watery, and increasingly desperate. Every time I thrust deep, her eyes would flutter and roll slightly before she forced them back to mine. Spit poured from the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin in thick ropes, dripping onto her chest.
She was trying so hard to be good at it.
I could feel her tongue working underneath me, trying to make room. Every time I pulled her head forward and held her there, her throat would spasm and squeeze around me. I kept her like that—buried to the hilt—until she started tapping my thigh in surrender. Only then would I let her breathe for a few seconds before plowing her throat again.
When I finally came, I held her head in place and emptied myself straight down her throat. She didn’t even try to pull away. She just stayed there, eyes still locked on mine, while I pumped rope after rope into her stomach.
When I finally let her off, she stayed on her knees, gasping. Spit and cum were running down her chin and dripping onto the floor. Her mascara was completely ruined.
She swallowed what was left in her mouth, then looked up at me with glassy eyes and said:
“My stepmom taught me how to do that.”
To be continued in Part 2…