Perverts 'R' Us

One Evening in Church

By Anna Cater ( F/m, nosex )

This is a "true story", in that it describes a genuine fantasy I had about a real person in an actual location, just as it occurs in the narrative. His name has been changed to protect the sweet and innocent. Send feedback to annacater@gmail.com. I am always happy to hear from women and men with an interest in F/m material.

Jaco has been coming to our church for about four years. To be honest, I have rather lost track of his age, but I believe he is between thirteen and fourteen. I can't remember at what point I stopped thinking, "What a cute kid; he is going to be very good-looking in a few years time," and started thinking, "Wow, Jaco is so sexy."

He is tall, skinny, and athletic, with shaggy black hair, beautiful brown eyes that are a shade lighter than you expect, creamy olive skin, a cute face, and an exceptionally sweet mouth that always seems to be slightly smiling. He has a clear, attractive voice, which hasn't quite settled down yet. He is very intelligent and amusing, has a kind heart, and radiates goodness and innocence. Yet he is neither an angel nor a saint, but a wonderfully healthy, natural teenage boy.

I can't count the number of times I whiled away a boring self-righteous sermon gazing at Jaco and thinking how gorgeous he was. How much I wanted to hold him and kiss him. Whenever he spoke I loved listening to him; whatever he said seemed to be touching and funny and interesting.

He would often sit slightly apart from us on a wooden pew; sometimes he would seem to be listening with furious concentration, other times he would gaze out the window abstractedly. Once he made a naïve comment that provoked laughter, and seemingly to punish himself, he hit himself repeatedly on the forehead in an obsessive way, looking distressed. It made me want to comfort him, to hold his hand and rub his back until he felt better.

Sometimes when I bent down to pick up my purse from the floor I would catch him sneaking a peek at my cleavage, and then he would blush and look away, embarrassed. I always smiled back, but I don't know if he ever saw, or if he thought I was laughing at him. I wasn't. I was flattered and turned on.

I wished I could offer him a closer look, ask him to caress and squeeze my breasts, run his hands over them, hold them firmly, then put my nipples in his mouth. I imagined how wonderful it would be to have those sweet boyish lips suckle my breasts, pulling on them and using his tongue the whole time. It would be as if he was still remembering breastfeeding and how good the milk tasted for him.

As he sucks my breasts, I run my fingers through his silky black hair, stroking the curls that form at the ends. I nuzzle the back of his neck and bury my nose there in order to drink in his smell, that special sweet dizzying odor that goes through my whole body and makes it tingle with desire. I turn his face toward mine and lean down to kiss those soft sensitive lips, letting my tongue touch his for just one moment.

He is so tall for his age that I like to imagine his penis is big for his age too. I would sit with my face toward his back so that he was leaning against me within the confines of my legs. Then I would lean around and put my hands against his groin and hold them there comfortably until I felt him swell beneath my touch. Then I slip my hands inside the waistband of his shorts and begin to rub and stroke his hard cock. I run my hands up and down the shaft, his whole body now stiff and tense from excitement. He becomes more nervous as my fingers begin to gently touch the velvety head, but his penis betrays him by becoming even bigger and harder as I do so.

When he is fully erect I stand up and move around to face him. I begin undressing him, pulling up his tee-shirt to expose his prominent hip bones and taut abdomen, then taking it off to show his chest and torso, still completely smooth and hairless. I do this unhurriedly, enjoying each small movement of his body, in the knowledge that his big smooth penis is still temptingly hard. As I remove his shirt, I stroke his body and feel him shiver in anticipation. I murmur words of encouragement, telling him how beautiful he is and how good he feels.

I pull the shorts off in one quick motion. I have never been especially attracted by men's legs, but for some reason I want to stroke his. They are so long and coltishly awkward, and it feels good to run my hands up and down them, sometimes coming teasingly close to his penis, but never quite touching it. He lies on his side, and I stroke his flat little arse, coming ever closer to his erection.

What I want most of all is to place his cock in my mouth. The thought that nobody else has ever sucked it before is intensely exciting, and I get moist just thinking about it. I know he has touched and rubbed his own penis like every normal young boy, and the thought of him wanking himself off, secretly and urgently, is getting me even hotter.

I hold his cock and ask for his permission: "Can I please put it in my mouth?" He hesitates, and I ask again: "Just let me lick it then. Just one little lick." He nods his head, barely, and I touch the tip of his penis with my tongue. He doesn't stop me, so I begin licking it slowly and gently. It is the cleanest and most delicious cock I have ever tasted, with a scent and flavor like a ripe peach.

A bead of moisture rises to the head of the penis and I lick it away, only for it to be immediately replaced by another. I place the head of the penis between my lips and kiss it, fondling it with my tongue. He gives a low moan, and I press my advantage by sliding it further into my mouth and begin sucking on it, my mouth moving up and down while my hands keep rubbing the shaft and encircling the balls. As I suck harder and harder, he continues making soft moaning sounds, until I suddenly feel my mouth fill up with warm, salty-sweet liquid and he cries out; it is just then that his voice breaks a little. He looks down at me to see if he has done something wrong, but I continue licking him clean to finish him off with my tongue and move my hand so the last drops can come through.

I smile up at him and say "Thank you", then lean over and kiss him deeply and passionately, stroking his hair at the same time. I know next time we are together he will ask me to fuck him, and I am looking forward to feeling his cock inside me.

By the time church is finished for the evening I am dripping wet, and fervently giving thanks in my prayers that nobody can read my thoughts. When we say goodbye to each other at the door, I touch Jaco's arm and look into his eyes, wishing I could let him know how much pleasure he has given me.