Spying on Women and Stroking My Hard Cock, in a Closet, at Church, When I Was 15

At 15 years old, I was ALWAYS horny. Like most guys my age, sex was pretty much always on my mind. The sight of a woman’s breasts in a form-fitting top, or a nice ass in a tight pair of pants or shorts, was enough to make my cock rock-hard, at any given moment. It didn’t matter if the tits or ass belonged to a girl my age, an older woman, my sister or even my own mother. A simple glimpse of the smooth, natural curves of a woman’s body, any woman’s body, was all it took to give me the nearly insatiable urge to rub my hard cock until I shot load after load of my thick, hot cum. Needless to say, women are everywhere. So, no matter where I went, I’d suddenly find myself with this constant, seemingly neverending urge to shoot my cum. Because of this, I’d found ways to make myself cum, or at least rub my hard cock, in just about any situation. It didn’t matter if I was sitting in class, volunteering at my part-time job or even sitting in my mom’s car, right next to her...if I could think of a way to “scratch that itch”, I had to at least try it. One Sunday morning, as I was sitting in my Sunday School youth group, I saw my friend, Monica, enter the room. I’d known Monica since we were about 5 or 6, and I’d always had a thing for her. As she walked in, I couldn’t help but notice her beautiful body. She was wearing a tight pair of plaid pants (sort of “ska”, the trend at the time) that seemed to show off every incredible, sexy curve, from her waist down. She was also wearing a v-neck sweater, over a button-up white blouse, that hugged the curves of her small, perky breasts. As she walked around the room, saying “hi” to everyone, I found myself stealing glimpses of her sexy body, in those tight pants, trying not to stare. Of course, her ass looked absolutely incredible, as always. But, as she turned towards me, I suddenly noticed a new detail, a previously uncharted area of my “mental-map” of her beautiful body. As she turned to face me, as always, my eyes went straight to her firm, small tits, which I’d already mapped in my mind, many times over. But, then, as my eyes moved down, to the “V” between her legs, I suddenly noticed that the thin, stretchy fabric of Monica’s tight, plaid pants covered her pussy like a second skin. For the first time, I was able to see the soft, round swell of Monica’s pussy mound. I’m sure I must have been staring, as tried to imagine where the small slit between her pussy lips would sit on that sexy little mound, between her legs. As Monica sat down, 3 seats away from me, she flashed me a sweet, sexy smirk and said, “Hi!” I somehow managed to say, “Hey, Monica!” as I felt my cheeks flush bright red. Throughout the small Sunday School service, I stole glances of her pussy mound, getting an even better view now that she was sitting down, with her long, thin legs slightly spread. As I sat there, I imagined reaching out and placing the palm of my hand over her pussy. As I wondered how soft it would feel, I felt my semi-hard young cock growing rock hard, throbbing in my dark khaki pants. The service suddenly seemed to take forever, as I felt the wetness of my pre-cum on the inside of my boxers at the thought of stripping her naked and feeling Monica’s pussy mound in the palm of my hand before finally slipping a finger into the small, hot slit between her pussy lips. After what somehow felt like hours of both pleasure and torture, the Sunday School service finally ended. I quickly slipped out of the room, my boxers suddenly feeling like burlap against the sensitive, swollen tip of my hard cock as I walked down a long flight of stairs, through the door and out into the courtyard. I looked around, for anywhere I could go, and settled on a small storage closet that jutted out into the courtyard. With no one else around, I was able to slip inside, unseen, locking the door behind me. I sat down on a large, plastic tub and looked around at the small room, which was illuminated by the sunlight that poured through a small, dirty window to my right. Without waiting any time, I got to it, unzipping my pants and pulling my cock out. I quickly spit in my hand and took hold of my cock, squeezing it hard as it throbbed with every single beat of my pounding heart. The feeling of my hand sliding up and down the full length of my hard, young cock was absolutely incredible...like the first sip of cool, refreshing water, after crawling through a sun-scorched desert. As I stroked my cock, I thought about unbuttoning/unzipping Monica’s tight plaid pants, slipping my fingertips into the waistband of her pink cotten panties, tugging them past the gentle curve of her hips and down to her ankles. I fantasized about rubbing the tip my cock against her pussy mound, leaving a wet trail of my pre-cum on her soft, white skin. I imagined the sexy little sound she’d make, as I pushed the swollen red tip between her smooth pussy lips. As I imagined her tight pussy stretching around my hard cock, leaning in to give her kiss as I slid it deep inside her, I was SO close to shooting my cum. I sat there, rubbing my cock harder and faster with every stroke until, suddenly, I heard voices in the courtyard. I immediately stopped stroking, frozen in place, listening to what sounded like two women talking. Through the horny, sex-crazed fog of my young mind, I quickly realized that the other services were ending and everyone was making their way into the courtyard, which was in the center of the church. I kept a firm grip on my cock as I stood up, peering through the small, dirty window. I could see one of my mom’s best friends, a woman in her mid-forties, standing maybe 20 feet away, talking to another woman. I’d shot my cum to thoughts of her sweet smile so many times in the past, so, as I watched her standing there in her “Sunday best” I started stroking again. As I stood there, stroking my hard, young cock to the sight of this sexy woman that I’d known for most of my life, it suddenly hit me how unbelievably sinful this was. Rather than cause me to stop, the thought of how bad...how fuckin’ naughty this was...fueled my sexual thoughts. For about 15 minutes, I stood there, in that hot closet, basking in my dirty, sinful lust as I scanned this crowd of people that I’d known for most of my life. At some point, as I watched them, my lust seemed to overtake me. Suddenly lost in a perverted, sexual haze, I didn’t care who I was looking at...as long as she had a pussy, I would instantly think about stripping her naked before touching, licking, sucking and fucking her exposed, naked body. Old...young...as worked-up as I was, it didn’t seem to matter. I worked my way across the courtyard, stroking my cock to thoughts of bending an older woman, who practically raised me over a railing or getting head from my best friend’s mom. I even stared at my own 19-year-old sister’s big, beautiful tits as I thought about sliding my hard cock between them, while she stood there, talking to her friends. God...I was SO close to shooting my cum, stroking my cock to the unbelievably dirty thought of stripping a floral-print sun dress off the tight little body of a cute, 13-year-old blonde girl, named Jessica. As my eyes moved from her firm little tits to her tight little ass, I imagined her sexy naked body, fully exposed in front of everyone and wondered why I’d never noticed how sexy her body is, before this. I’m kinda ashamed to admit that, when I saw her dad standing right beside her, I allowed myself indulge in a REALLY sinful thought. As I began to set up the unbelievably dirty scenario, that I was sure I’d shoot my cum to, I suddenly saw her...the girl at the start of this entirely twisted, sinful fantasy...Monica. I imagined stepping out from my hiding spot and walking towards her, with my hard cock bouncing around in front of me. I pictured stripping Monica’s pants off of her, right there in front of everyone. Then, with everyone watching us, I thought about bending her slim, sexy body over the rail just behind her and shoving my cock deep inside her hot, tight, wet, teenaged pussy. I stroked my cock hard and fast to the thought of pounding it into her, over and over. My lust kicked into overdrive as I suddenly imagined Monica’s dad and little brother reaching out to feel her small, round tits, confessing all the dirty, incestuous fantasies they’ve had about her, while her mom eggs them on, calling her the “family slut.” With that sudden realization, that Monica’s dad and little brother have most likely had at least ONE deep, dark, incestuous thought about her beautiful, sexy body, I began to shoot load after load of my hot, thick cum from my hard, throbbing cock as I imagined pumping it deep inside Monica’s tight, wet, teenaged pussy, right there, in front of everyone. Back in reality, the first two shots of my cum hit the wall in front of me, followed by 3 smaller shots of cum, that landed on a small soccer ball that was sitting on the ground, in front of me. I took a moment to clean up, wiping my cum-covered hand on a pile of “flags” meant for flag football. When I felt the flush leave my cheeks, I carefully crept out from my hiding place and went to find my parents, before the main church service started, all but certain that I’d earned a spot in hell for what I did/thought about, in that closet.