Subject: Church Picnic (f-solo, mf, oral)
Diary Date: June 25, 2000
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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!!!WARNING!!!!
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Although I wrote this to stand on its own as much as possible, it might help to
understand things better if you read my previous diary entries at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly85/. The "About Me" directory also has a
lot more information about me as well if you're interested.
Summary:
Every year our church held a service in the woods. Usually it�s a boring affair
but this year my new boyfriend John made it one to remember!
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 � Preparing for the Picnic
Chapter 2 � Arriving At the Picnic
Chapter 3 � Servicing John During the Service
Chapter 4 � After the Service
Chapter 1 � Preparing for the Picnic
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Is there any event in the world more boring than a church picnic? Our church
went all out, even to the point of carting out a piano on a �stage� (actually a
flat bed trailer), and it STILL bored me to tears. It was more than a picnic as
the service was held there as well. There were games for the kids and social
time for the adults. If you were a teen, well just forget it. The best you
could hope for was that it would rain and the thing would end early.
Now don�t get the wrong idea as normally I LOVE going to church. I am a
dedicated born-again Christian and not afraid to say so. Along with my parents,
I�ve attended church all my life on a regular basis, including evening services
and Wednesday nights not to mention numerous other activities like church camp,
family weekends, etc. It�s just that there is something about going out into
the dirty woods, sweating and fighting off bloodthirsty mosquitoes while trying
to worship God that just didn't seem right when a perfectly good, clean, and
air-conditioned sanctuary is available!
On the other hand, there WERE a few things different about this year�s picnic
than the previous ones, at least for me. Maybe the biggest change was that for
the first time I wasn't a virgin! At last year�s church �hoopla� I was
fourteen, about to start high school, and was still debating about whether to
fool around or not with my best friend�s brother Steve. As it turned out, about
a month later I finally sucked his dick and eventually I let him fuck me for the
first time.
Unfortunately, Steve�s mom was transferred so they all moved away in the winter
but after a short period of mourning (OK, maybe I�m being melodramatic but it
felt that way at the time) I was back dating again. I hadn't realized what I
was missing when I was a virgin but once Steve taught me how great sex was,
masturbating just wasn't enough any more so I really had no choice but to start
going out again.
Since the end of my freshman year, I�d been dating John almost exclusively. He
was my age, at least for the moment, although his birthday was such that it put
him a year ahead of me in school. On our first date we did it in the backseat
of his parent�s car and it certainly wasn�t our last time! Mostly we did it
either in his car or one of our bedrooms, but we were always on the look-out for
any opportunity to add in a bit of extra excitement. As John attended the same
church as me, he would be attending the annual picnic as well. Hmmmm, maybe
there was something to look forward to after all!
Sunday morning of the picnic my irritating alarm clock buzzed and so I reached
over to turn it off. Laying back in bed, I rubbed my eyes with both hands and
tried to clear my head. One thing I can never be accused of and that�s being a
morning person! Given a choice, I would stay up well past midnight and then
sleep in until noon every day if I could!
Then I felt something familiar between my legs and not for the first time I
marveled at how my rational head could hate mornings so intensely yet my always
horny pussy seemed to love them. All of which led me to be in the condition I
was in now - my head telling me to go back to sleep while my pussy demanded
attention! If there was one time of day I had to say when I�m consistently
hornier than any there time, it would have to be when I first wake up. Maybe it
was my body�s way of compensating for my head�s reluctance to get up, I don�t
know. All I do know is that at moments like this, my pussy could be relentless
in its demands.
In my heart I knew it was useless to try to fight it so I threw back the covers
and looked down at my nude body. I�d been sleeping without anything on now for
the past three years. At first it was just a twelve year-old was just trying to
act older by mimicking her parents (who never wore anything to bed). Once I got
accustomed to it, I found that it was comfy not being constricted by anything
and so now the only time I wear anything to bed anymore is during sleepovers and
such when I am with people other than my parents.
I kept a nightshirt next to my bed so when I got up I could throw it on quickly.
My mother didn't approve of casual nudity around the house and insisted I wear
SOMETHING, even if it was just a t-shirt that didn't even cover my ass. It�s
not like my parents have anything against nudity. We�ve always used the hot tub
without swimsuits since I was just a little girl but then we had towels and
robes to wear when we weren�t in it. As a general rule, I was raised not to be
embarrassed by nudity, but at the same time not to flaunt it either.
As my hand reached between my legs to touch my aching pussy, I heard my parent�s
alarm clock go off and eventually my groggy dad stumbled across the hallway to
the bathroom which was directly opposite my bedroom. He closed the door behind
him and I quickly put him out of my mind.
As I started to rub my clit, it responded by sending shivers throughout my body.
I spread my legs a little further apart, imagining my boyfriend was touching me.
I dreamed that he was on top of me now, getting ready to penetrate me with his
wonderful dick. My middle finger slipped into my wet pussy hole, making me gasp
and I moaned.
�Yes John, fuck me!�
I was concentrating hard on my pussy so it startled me to hear a chuckle coming
from the hallway. Opening my eyes, I saw my dad standing there in the doorway.
He was wearing a terry robe but it wasn't tied together so I could see most
everything � at least everything that counted when it came to determining how he
was feeling. Based on the massive erection poking out from the robe, it didn't
take a rocket scientist to know that my mom was about to get �lucky�!
�Oops, sorry baby,� he said, seeing where my eyes were fixed and then realizing
what was inadvertently on display. �Ummmmm, your mom�s waiting for me,� he
offered as an explanation but it wasn't necessary as I had already assumed that.
�So anyway, you were saying?� he teased me after rearranging his robe.
�Oh Daddy!� I protested, �You know very well who I was thinking about!�
It was just like my dad to tease me this way. Could I help it that my dad had
the same first name as my boyfriend, the who�d been fucking me lately?
�I know baby, I know. Well, have fun!� he teased me as he disappeared out of
sight and I heard the bedroom door closing behind him. Yep, my mom was going to
get it this morning!
The only time my parents usually shut their bedroom door was when they were
making love. I guess it was there way of keeping it as something special just
between them. Over the course of the years I�d seen enough of them nude and
even watched them masturbate (especially my dad) but I�d never seen them
actually having sex. Sure my mom would grab his dick in the hot tub or
something like that just to tease him, but it wasn't like she gave him a BJ or
anything else overtly sexual.
Masturbation was handled much like nudity in at home. It was considered OK, in
fact my mom almost insisted I do it sometimes when I was annoying he, but still
not something to flaunt. �Respect� was the operative word. For instance, if my
dad just happened to walk by my room and saw me masturbating, like he did this
morning, more often than not he just ignored me. It was the same if I was in
the family room while he was watching a porn movie or there was some sexy
actress on TV (his favorite is Amanda Tapping of StarGate � she can get him
erect almost instantly!). If he felt the need to masturbate I just ignored him.
I mean really, what would be the point in making him wait until later to take
care of himself?
Hopefully by now you�re getting an idea of what life at home was like at the
time for me. I HATE it when people say I live in an OPEN home or lifestyle.
When people use that term they typically are referring to some kinky porn-movie
style arrangement where silly people run around naked all the time, having sex
any which place without any regard for someone else�s personal respect and
decency. About the LAST thing I would say if asked to characterize my family
would be to use the word �open�.
My preference is simply to say we respect each other and love on another such
that things like nudity and masturbation simply aren�t even issues to worry
about. My mom makes bigger stink over me throwing my dirty clothes under the
bed than not wearing them in the first place. The only times I remember her
fussed with me regarding masturbation was when I was little and would start
playing with myself in public. At the time I didn't know better, despite her
telling me all the time, but that�s just a normal part of growing up.
It�s important to me that people know that I was raised in a CHRISTIAN home
where respect and responsibility were utmost in everything we did. That
including sex but also a LOT more than just that. My dad never touched me in a
sexual way and I never touched him that way either. Well, there WAS that one
time when I was eight and saw him masturbating for the first time. Back then my
mom had me use my hand to jerk him off ONCE but only so I would understand how
his dick worked.
Also, don�t think I was some na�ve girl who couldn't see what was going on
around her. Of course I knew that sometimes my dad got hard when he was with me
in the hot tub or saw me playing with myself. As my mom explained it to me, my
dad wasn't just my father, he was a MAN as well. When he saw a young girl nude,
it was the instinctive male side of him that caused the reaction, not the father
I knew and loved. As I learned once I started dating boys, men can�t control
what their dick does, even when they don�t want it to do something, so I never
felt bad when my dad got erect because of me. If anything, I took it as a
compliment that he thought I was cute enough to generate that type of response
in his dick in the first place!
After I�d finished myself off, I got out of bed finally and went to use the
bathroom. After using the toilet I showered and washed my hair. With the
picnic today I wasn't as worried about my hair as I would have been if we were
going to �normal� church. For today, all I intended to do was pull it back into
a ponytail so I just blew it dry and let it go at that.
Back in my room, I was faced with my daily trauma of having to decide what to
wear. The problem was, I knew what I WANTED to wear but I also knew that there
was no way my mother would let me even NEAR a church function dressed that way.
That was too bad as I had the perfect pair of denim cutoffs that I knew John
would have loved to see me in. They were ripped up to the pockets, allowing the
bottom of my cute ass (if I say so myself) hung out even when I was standing.
I�ll leave it up to you to imagine what was exposed when I sat down!
In my crotch, all that remained of the original shorts was the center hem. It
had this sometimes annoying tendency to ride up between my pussy lips when I was
sitting, letting my dark fuzzy pubic hair peek out on both sides. Although some
of my friends were already shaving their pussies, I�d been waiting all my life
for hair like my mom�s to sprout between my legs. The last thing I wanted to
look like was some twelve year old girl again!
Recognizing the futility of even trying to wear them, instead of my slutty
shorts, I picked out a pair of hemmed denim shorts which came down a couple of
inches on my legs. Although to me they were super conservative, they were still
pushing the limit by church standards. I didn't think anyone would actually
make an issue of them like what happened when I tried wearing a skimpy bikini at
church camp.
A pink tank top finished off the outfit � no bra for me today. After all, it
was a picnic so why wear one? It wasn't like my boobs were all that big anyway.
Probably the only reason anyone would notice I wasn't wearing one was the way my
nipples tended to harden and push out with the slight provocation. Even so, a
bra wasn't necessarily assurance that they wouldn't poke through a thin tank
top.
My pink sneakers finished off the outfit and I reached for an elastic band for
my ponytail. With my hair secure, I looked in the mirror and smiled. John was
going to like what he saw today! Maybe if I was lucky, he would get to see me
WITHOUT the clothes as well! I wasn't exactly sure how that could happen at a
church picnic, but you can't blame me for dreaming.
�Um� young lady, aren�t we forgetting something this morning?� I heard from
behind me. I spun around and there was my mom. She was still in her robe
although unlike my dad, she tended to tie hers together more around the house.
I looked at her as if I had no idea in the world what she was talking about.
�Don�t give me that little miss innocent look, you know what I�m talking about.�
�But mom! I hate wearing one,� I whined like a little girl. Well, it may be
effective with my dad but my mom wasn't buying it for a moment.
�It�s church dear, even if it IS outside today. We can't have you looking like
the neighborhood slut, can we? You should show a little respect�
Actually, I could have cared less if the old fuddy duds at church DID think I
was a slut or whatever. It wasn't like I had a reputation for being a
conservative-dressing virgin anyway. It was obvious that my mom wasn't going to
take no for an answer so I huffed and stormed over to my dresser. Pulling open
the top drawer, I made a show of having to hunt for a bra, as if it was
something I wore so rarely I couldn't find one (which wasn't all that far from
the truth actually). Finally, like a magician pulling a rabbit from a hat, I
pulled out a basic white bra and held it up for her inspection.
�Well, that�s nice but how about putting in on?� she laughed. �You can't
exactly just carry it around.�
A final roll of my eyes and I pulled off my tank top, handing it to her to hold.
Mom stood there with her arms folded, dangling my tank top out from her finger
like a warden watching a prisoner strip. Wrapping it around my waist, I snapped
the bra together, then spun it around and lifted it up and over my boobs,
finally putting my arms through the straps and pulling them up to my shoulders.
With the bra in place, I reached out for my tank top. As she handed it back my
mom looked at me shrewdly.
�Hmmmmm, let me guess, no panties either?�
�Mom!� I whined even more than before. �Come on!�
�Well, I guess I can live with it since you at least picked out a decent pair of
shorts to wear,� she compromised. �By the way, that tank looks great on you!�
My cheeks warmed slightly as I pulled the tank back over my head and pulled it
down at the bottom. It was just barely long enough to reach my shorts when I
yanked down on it but as soon as I started walking around, it drifted back up,
exposing an inch or two of my tanned belly. Again, this was pushing the limits
of the church dress code which banned bare midriffs but a girl�s got to do what
a girl�s got to do.
�OK, better now?� I asked, putting my arms out so she could see the bra through
my top. Actually, in a way it looked almost sexier seeing my bra clearly
outlined under my thin tank top than just my nipples poking through. Speaking
of nipples, as I had expected they were still popping through, although less
than before.
�OK, you pass inspection young lady,� my mom said, doing her best army sergeant
imitation. We both laughed and hugged. I loved my mother, even when she acted
too �motherly�. In her heart she was doing what she thought best for me and I
knew compared to most moms I knew, I was pretty lucky to have her.
With that we both headed downstairs to where my dad was loading up the card
table and chairs so we would have a place to sit for lunch after the service.
The park had a picnic tables but not nearly enough for everyone so people were
encouraged to bring their own seating arrangements.
�Wow, congratulation honey,� my dad said to my mom, �I see you convinced someone
to wear some underwear today.� Although he said it to her, I knew it was more a
tease directed at me than anything else.
�Well, not everything,� my mom replied, looking at me sternly as she pretended
to be severely disappointed in me.
My dad wrinkled his brow and then walked over and grabbed my bottom with one
hand.
�Ah yes, the case of the missing panties once again. So what�s the excuse this
time? Let me guess�.. Left them in your boyfriend�s car?�
�Oh daddy, stop it!� I protested, swatting his hand off my ass like it was a
bug. He was always grabbing my butt, probably because he knew how much it
annoyed me.
Chapter 2 � Arriving At the Picnic
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Once we were packed it only took about ten minutes to get to the park where it
appeared that we were one of the first families to arrive. The men from church
had already set up the trailer and chairs. A large skirting had been placed
around the trailer to hide the wheels and frame and just add some ambiance to
the entire affair. Bleachers were set up on the stage for the choir and
microphones and speakers were already in place with some geek walking around
saying �test� into them over and over again. Judging from the number of chairs,
they must have been expected quite a turnout today although at the moment there
couldn�t have been more than twenty or thirty people hanging around.
�Hey Kelly!�
A familiar voice called out for me and my heart skipped a beat as I recognized
my boyfriend John. I spun around and ran up to him, putting, my arms around his
neck and hugging him like we hadn�t seen each other in months. I wanted to kiss
him (ALL over) but my mom wasn�t far away and I saw the look she was giving me �
�Behave!�.
�Wow, you�re looking good this morning!� John declared, giving me the once over.
Because he was a guy, he couldn't help himself when his gaze paused a little
longer than would normally have been appropriate on my ass and boobs. It was
fine with me actually. One of the things I loved as I grew older was the way
men looked at me. It was funny how they would pretend not to, but I knew they
were and sometimes I encouraged them, if you know what I mean. I still can
remember the thrill I felt the first time I caught one of the dads at church
staring at my ass!
�You�re not looking so bad yourself,� I said in reply. Indeed, he didn't. John
was wearing denim shorts as well but his came down just below his knees. He had
on a short sleeve shirt with some outlandish tropical pattern on it that looked
a little out of place at church but then who was going to care, it was a picnic.
�I know, I know, my mom picked out the shirt,� he said sheepishly. I guess I
must have been a little more obvious than I thought when I first noticed it.
I looked around and it seemed nobody was watching us so I leaned up on my tip
toes and tried to whisper in his ear. John bent down to make it easier for me.
�I want you to fuck me!�
John straightened back up again and it seemed it was all he could do to keep
from bursting out laughing.
�Hey, what�s so funny?� I demanded, crossing my arms in front of me.
�Oh no, don�t take it wrong Kelly. It�s just that�..well it�s just so YOU, you
know. Good ol� one-track mind Kelly, always thinking about sex.�
�Well, I thought that�s what you liked about me,� I retorted, pretended to pout
as I rubbed my toe into the ground.
�Oh for sure!� he said, grabbing my upper arm. �It�s just sometimes you still
surprise me. I�ve never met a girl quite like you before�
I looked around again and reached up for him again.
�Well, maybe I can surprise you even more later,� I teased him.
�Kelly!! Get over here and help out a little!� my mom yelled for me.
�Well, gotta go,� I said softly, �Don�t forget what I told you I wanted.�
�Yeah, like any guy could forget THAT!� he laughed.
I headed over to where the food was being set out for the pot luck dinner after
the service. Why do women get stuck with this crap? The guys were just hanging
around shooting the breeze while the women were doing all the work!
Chapter 3 � Servicing John During the Service
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Despite the sexist distribution of work, eventually everything was ready. By
then the number of cars in the parking lot had grown considerably and there was
quite a crowd beginning to form. Someone got up on the stage, grabbed the
microphone and asked for everyone to take their seats.
�Mom, can I sit with John?� I asked.
My mom frowned as she looked me in the eye, searching for the ulterior motive
she was sure was there. Either she didn't see it or she ignored it. Either
way, she sighed and conceded the inevitable.
�Well, you promise to be good?� she asked. It was more of a demand than a
question.
�Mom!� I whined for the umpteenth time today already.
�Don�t �mom� me young lady, you know exactly what I�m talking about.�
�I won�t get in any trouble, don�t worry,� I promised. Well, it wasn't the same
as promising to behave myself. I was just promising not to get caught!
�That�s not what I said Kelly and you know it,� my mom reprimanded me.
Obviously I wasn't being as clever as I thought I was being. Before she could
continue, I gave her a kiss on the cheek and waved her goodbye. The last I saw
of her she was watching me run off, shaking her head at me. Well, I doubted I
was any different than she was at my age!
John was waiting for me outside the tent area and we started following the crowd
towards the hillside where the service was being held. As we approached, he
suddenly veered off and made a bee-line for the back of the trailer.
�Hey, where are you going?� I asked.
�Just hurry up and follow me before someone see us!� he hissed back at me,
pulling on my arm.
I looked around and nobody seemed to be paying any attention to us as they tried
to find their seats and chatted with one another. We quickly got behind the
trailer and he ducked underneath. I hesitated for a moment but he waved me
under.
�Come on Kelly, hurry up!�
One last look and I bent over to join him. The bed of trailer was actually
pretty high and there was more room under there than I had expected. There were
empty boxes and blankets piled up, evidently used to pack up the speakers and
sound system plus whatever else was being used for the service.
�Over here Kelly,� John whispered to me, leading me to a spot behind the boxes.
I was surprised when I got behind them to find several blankets laid out
already, almost like a private picnic. It was dim but there was still plenty of
light to see by. With the boxes piled the way they were, anybody walking by
would have no idea we were there.
�Well, what do you think?� John asked, obviously quite proud of himself. �I
checked this out while you were helping your mom. Should be the perfect place.�
It was all happening so fast. Sometimes I can be a little dense and this must
have been one of them as I looked at him with a quizzical eye.
�Perfect place for WHAT?� I asked, not really thinking about it before I said
it.
John looked over the boxes as if to make sure nobody was around and replied, �To
fuck you, of course. Isn�t that what you said you wanted me to do to you
earlier?�
�Here? Are you NUTS? There�s people on the other side of that curtain for
god�s sake,� I exclaimed, barely catching myself in time to keep from being
overheard by the crowd on the other side of the curtain. I heard numerous
footsteps over us as the choir must have been taking the stage. �And up THERE
too!� I added, pointing above us.
�They�ll never know,� he responded with a big grin. �Hey, aren�t you the one
who�s always saying she wants to be naughty?�
�Well,� I said and then paused, starting to give in a little.
�Well, what could be naughtier than me fucking you right under the church
service with the congregation ten feet away?�
John held out his hands as if he was a lawyer who had just made his case in
front of the jury and indeed he had. My pussy was starting to get wet as I
imagined who might be sitting in the front row of chairs. John was actually
being a little conservative. The front row couldn't have been more than a few
feet away at most! Without the piano music and general crowd noise, they
probably would�ve heard us already.
Even so, there was still protocol to be observed. If I was going to maintain my
role as the tease in the future, I didn't want him to see me be TOO eager so I
just smiled discreetly and got down on my knees along with him.
�There, now THAT�S the Kelly I know,� John whispered to me. Just then it went
quiet and the service must have been about to start. One of the elders was
speaking, welcoming everyone to the service.
There was no sense in waiting any longer so I undid my shorts and quickly pulled
them off in front of John, leaving me bottomless next to him. I left my tank
top and shoes on, figuring if we were ever in danger of being discovered I
didn't want to get completely.
John saw me half nude and grinned like a kitten with a new toy as he took his
own shorts off, followed by his underwear leaving his cock dangling out for my
pleasure. John sat back on his butt and spread his legs apart, leaning back on
his hands. His dick was started to harden already, rising from the his thick
bush of pubic hair. Licking my lips in anticipation, I crawled between his legs
and got down on my elbows so my face was right in front of his cock.
�C�mon, what are you waiting for?� John whispered impatiently.
Yep, he wanted his dick sucked badly. Knowing how much he wanted it, I couldn't
help but be a little naughty by taking advantage of the situation to tease the
poor boy a bit. It always makes me feel hot and sexy when a guy wants me. At
just fifteen, I was still feeling awkward in some ways regarding my body as I
knew I didn't have a figure like those of the older girls John that was use to
dating.
That�s one of the things I loved about blowing a guy � it didn't matter what
size your boobs were or what your body dimensions were, sucking cock was all
about technique and with all the practice I�d had over the past year or so I
felt that I was far ahead of the curve in at least THAT category.
I could still remember the first BJ I gave John. Being I was only fifteen, he
was probably expecting it be rather amateurish and maybe even to where he would
have to tell me what to do. Well, I put THAT concern to rest as soon as I had
him in my mouth. The reaction I soon got from him made it one of those moments
when I�ve really felt proud of myself!
There was a limit to how long I could go on teasing him as he wasn't the only
one that wanted my mouth on his cock! The smell of his crotch filled my
nostrils as I took in a deep breath of his musky manhood. My hands were under
his butt and I wanted to just pull him up to my mouth like a watermelon and eat
him all up. When I couldn't take it any more, I bent down just enough to lick
the tip of his hard dick with my tongue. As hard as the shaft may get, I
marveled at the silky smoothness of his cock head against my cheeks.
A few twirls of my tongue around the head and I took the tip between my lips as
if I was kissing him. Then slowly, EVER so slowly, I took him into my mouth in
one long, smooth motion. Inch by inch he disappeared into my mouth. He was
still growing and I could feel the shaft hardening and growing in my mouth as I
sucked him. Then I looked upwards and saw him looking down at me, watching me
take his growing dick into my mouth like a wet pussy.
�Oh that feels so good,� he moaned, so softly I could barely hear him. I prayed
that he would stay quiet and not forget himself and say something out loud that
could be heard on the stage or in the congregation.
His dick felt SO good in my mouth. Somehow the knowledge that literally
hundreds of people were just on the other side of a barrier not much different
than a bed sheet who had no clue what was going on under the trailer made it all
the better. Having an �audience� versus blowing him in a car was like listening
to a stereo station after a mono station. It made me wonder if they actually
SAW me what that would be like � surround sound maybe?
If we had the time, I could have just laid there on my stomach and sucked on his
wonderful cock for hours, like a baby with a pacifier in her mouth except this
one was fully loaded and primed! As it was, we had maybe an hour at most, even
less now that the service had started, so there wasn�t a lot of time for such
luxuries. John�s cock was the perfect size for me at this age. He was big
enough for me to grip him with my hand while I blew him, but not so big that I
choked getting him all the way into my mouth.
John leaned over me and I felt his hands on my bare ass as he grabbed hold and
squeezed them like my mom checking for ripe tomatoes in the store. I wiggled my
tight butt to show him how much I enjoyed him playing with it since it was hard
to speak with a mouth full of dick (try it some time before you laugh).
His cock was completely in my mouth with my face buried deep into his pubic hair
when I felt him suddenly swell and I quickly pulled my head up. Just in time as
it turned out! No sooner did I have just the head in my mouth than John
released his first load of cum into my mouth.
�That�s it, take it�.take it all in your mouth,� he whispered, dangerously loud
so far as I was concerned but evidently nobody heard a word.
Such a horny boy! Usually the first couple of shots are big and then after that
the guy tends to dwindle down but not today with John. It must have been four
or five HUGE ejaculations in a row that spurted into my mouth, threatening to
overflow and run down my chin. I wanted to keep it in my mouth so I could show
it off to him before swallowing it but unless I got rid of SOME of it I was
going to gag so I let a little go down as I swallowed carefully. Finally he was
finished and he held his spent dick in his hand right on front of my face as if
to entice me to suck it again.
Looking up at John, I opened my mouth so he could see the remaining cum in my
mouth and on my tongue. Then I smiled and closed my mouth, taking an
exaggerated swallow to get it all down. Actually it took several until lit felt
like it was mostly all down. Without a glass of water or juice, it�s hard to
get all of it off your gums and teeth.
With a smile I worked my way forward until I could straddle his waist and my
pussy hovered over his still hard dick. No Viagra needed for this boy, that was
for sure! John started to say something but I shushed him and put my finger to
his mouth, trying to get the message across for him to just shut up and let me
take care of things. The feel of his bare skin against the inside of my legs as
I straddled him was erotic. As I lowered myself slightly I could feel his stiff
cock poke me in the ass.
Lifting up just enough to clear his cock, I moved back just enough so that the
next time I lowered myself down his cock slid up the slit in my pussy and rubbed
up against my clit. I went up and down a few times, slowly rubbing his dick
against me, feeling his shaft slide along my clit, sending the most incredible
sensations through me. My legs started to feel like they do when I sit in a
wrong position and they go to �sleep� and then tingle when they wake back up
again. I shivered like it was freezing out instead of a warm June day working
it way to be a hot one.
John had his hands on my upper thighs, running his fingers up and down the tops
of them as I kneeled over him. Leaning forward, I kissed him as my boobs
lightly touched his chest under me, teasing my nipples and making my boobs feel
great. Our tongues met and I good feel his cock twitching under me, anxious to
be inside of me. Well, I wanted it in me too so why wait any longer?
Reaching down I grabbed his dick and centered the head under my pussy hole. I
wiggled my hips to work his head into my pussy, feeling it stretching my pussy
hole part as the poor thing valiantly tried to resist the monstrous invader. It
was a losing battle, one I was glad to forfeit though. Pressing down harder on
his quivering dick, I felt it almost pop into me as his head passed into me and
his thinner shaft was free to follow.
�Oh John,� I whispered in his ear, racking back and forth on him to drive him in
deeper. I sat up which had the effect of suddenly pushing him even further and
it took every bit of my willpower to hold back the loud moan that was trying to
escape from my mouth.
�I love your hard dick in me,� I mouthed almost more than whispered to him. He
grinned and turned his attention to his crotch where he could see his cock as it
disappeared up inside of me. Sometime I like to bounce on his dick but this
time I just wiggled on him, like I was trying to scoot across the floor or
something on my butt. I could feel his cock moving around in me, my clit
rubbing up against his crotch just enough to stimulate it further.
Usually when John fucked me the methods and locations might vary but the
sequence was fairly predictable. Typically I would suck him and he would cum
pretty quickly having all that horniness pent up inside of him. Then he would
fuck me and I would cum and eventually he would cum again, sometimes making me
cum again with him. As it turned out, today looked to be pretty much like it
was following the script. So far I�d blown him until he came and now I was
fucking him and it appeared my orgasm was about to take off any minute now.
Wonderful pulses of what I can only call pleasure kept going off inside of me
like a fireworks and then spreading out to all the ends of my body . These were
getting more and more intense and faster as well. A sexual tension was building
within me like a rubber band being stretched to the breaking point. There was a
balloon blowing up inside of me and it was almost to the bursting point.
Suddenly the dam burst and I was flooded with the most incredible sensations.
It was like I was transported to another world as everything around me faded
away and there was nothing but my pussy and John�s wonderful cock buried inside.
How many more ways can I try to describe what is fundamentally indescribable?
Most women know what I�m trying to say but how can a man ever possibly
understand how I feel when I reach an orgasm? How would you describe color to
someone who has been blind from birth? Men tell me when they cum they feel an
intense sensation in their dick and maybe in the crotch area along with a
general sense of euphoria. In contrast, my orgasm may originate in my pussy but
once it gets going, it�s like my entire body has been doused with gasoline and
lit on fire, only instead of pain it�s more enjoyable than anything else I have
ever experienced.
Maybe because I�m always saying how much I love sex, people have asked me if I�m
a nymphomaniac. Personally, I don�t think so although I guess it�s debatable.
The one thing I WILL admit to is being �addicted� to my orgasms. There is
something set loose in me in the process that makes me feel better for literally
HOURS afterwards. Perhaps a drug addict might be able to relate to what I�m
saying. Although I�ve never taken drugs, I can imagine it must be a similar
experience. All I know for certain is that if I go too long without one, it
affects me physically and emotionally to the point I get terribly irritable and
depressed.
At first I just sat still, my body mounted on John�s dick like a butterfly in a
collection. The waves of bliss kept washing over me, threatening to almost
drown me even. After the initial surge, I started to rock slowly on his cock,
using his dick to stimulate my pussy while my finger slowly circled my exploding
clit. My hips moved in tight circles, letting John�s dick circle in me,
touching every part of me. His crotch must have been getting soaked with my cum
as it felt almost like I was peeing on him at one point when my cum seemed to
pour out of me.
�I�m cumming again,� John whispered, bringing my attention back to him. I�m
sure he whispered it softly enough that nobody could have heard him but in my
heightened state it was like he shouted it at me. I started humping his dick,
driving him deep into me as I encouraged it to give me the only thing missing
right now � his sperm in me.
�Ahhhhhh,� I moaned softly as I felt him start to cum in me. It felt wonderful
but the best part for me was just knowing he was doing it. It was the
culmination of everything we were meant to be, the act of procreation, the male
mating the female. Of course I�m not saying I want to get pregnant � God no!
It was the ACT that gave me gratification, not the results. Something about it
was so primal, so uncivilized. Just think about what it means for a man to
release his sperm in me, to leave it behind and for me to keep it in me. Can
there be any wonder it makes me cum even harder when he does it?
When John had finished I leaned back over him again, eventually laying on top
his chest with his dick still in me, although it was slowly withdrawing from me
as he shrank. Now and then it would twitch or jerk, sending a jolt from my
pussy to remind me of his cock in me.
�God I love it when you fuck me,� I whispered in his ear.
John was too exhausted to respond but it didn't matter. His cock was still in
me, surrounded by a mixture of his sperm and my cum. THAT was all I really
cared about at the moment. I felt good although I really couldn't say I was
satisfied. For that matter, I can�t say I�ve ever been totally satisfied after
sex. To state that would mean I was ready to stop, that I�d had enough of his
cock to make me ready to quit. Well, how could I EVER be that way? Even now,
as good as the afterglow of our sex felt, I would have gladly accepted another
cock!
Meanwhile, the service had been progressing relentlessly and it sounded like the
sermon was about to wrap up. From what I�d seen in the bulletin earlier, there
would be a couple of songs and then an invitation before it was over so we still
had at least ten or fifteen minutes. Why waste them?
John�s dick was now about out of me, having dwindled significantly after his
last ejaculation in me. I lifted myself off of him and moved back down between
his legs again. John�s cock looked so delicious! Even in the faint light I
could see the wetness from it being covered with our cum. I bent down and took
his dick in my mouth, marveling at how soft it felt but yet how good it tasted.
Really, what tastes better than your own pussy on a guy�s dick?
John jerked involuntarily as I sucked on his now small but sensitive dick.
Sucking him when he was soft like this was totally different than when he was
hard. Rather than having to deal with him poking against the back of my throat,
this was more just tasting and smelling him, feeling his dick squirm and twist
in my mouth like some large worm as I moved it around with my tongue.
Soon I heard the pastor giving the invitation for anyone to come forward and I
knew we had better get going if we wanted to be ready when the time was right.
Reluctantly, I let John�s dick flop from my mouth and looked around for my
shorts. John found his underwear and shorts and got dressed as well. I watched
him as he pulled up his shorts and underwear and felt a momentary sense of
sadness as his lovely dick disappeared from view. Oh well, I was sure I would
be seeing it again before too long.
Before I slipped my shorts on, I used the blanket to wipe off my pussy so it
wouldn't look like I had peed in them or something. I squeezed down and tried
to push out as much of his cum as I could. It would drain out sooner or later
so as much as I got off walking around knowing it was in me, I didn't want to
raise any questions either. Even if nobody else did, I knew my mom would notice
and it wouldn't make her happy for me to be so slutty at a church picnic.
John took my hand and led me out from under the trailer. We joined in with the
crowd as the people dispersed. Nobody saw us emerge and it was as if we�d been
in the service the whole time. I smiled at the irony. Actually, I had been AT
the service but it was John that had been IN me.
Chapter 4 � After the Service
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�Kelly, where have you been?� my mom asked as I approached her and my dad.
I couldn't help but look at John and I tried not to smile but all that did was
turn it into more of a smirk. Maybe it was the flushness of my face or John�s
guilty look, or maybe it was just a mother�s intuition, but regardless of how
she seemed to immediately size up the situation.
�Good grief girl, you PROMISED me you would behave,� she sighed.
�No, I promised I would be GOOD,� I reminded her. Then I grinned at John and
added, �And I was, wasn't I John?�
John�s face reddened like after a first day at the beach sunburn. He had no
idea that I�d told my mom everything about our previous dates, and that I would
eventually clue her on one what happened today later when we got home. I
doubted any of his other girlfriends had alluded to him having sex with them
right in front of their parents! For some reason it made me feel naughty, but
in a good way.
John looked at my dad, probably figuring he was in for it now but my dad just
shook his head with a resigned look on his face, as if he didn't know what to
say so saying nothing was probably best.
John had to leave to meet up with his family so I walked back to the picnic area
with my parents. When John was out of sight my mom leaned over and spoke to me
softly.
�OK, you can tell me all about it later but I just HAVE to know - where did you
do it?�
�Where else? Under the stage.� I replied simply.
My mom looked horrified and for a moment I thought she was going to say
something but then she seemed to think better of it and instead just rolled her
eyes at me. My dad must have had overheard because he joined in as well.
�Oh Mary, don�t get on her case. Remember where we did it during church once?�
�John!� my mom responded instantly. Then she hit him in the shoulder playfully
with her fist. �Don�t go giving her any ideas; she already has plenty of her
own!�
By then we had reached the food tent. The rest of the afternoon went rather
uneventfully. I couldn't wait to get home. First, I was anxious to tell my mom
all about what John and I had done. Most of all, I wanted to hear more about
what she and my dad had done at church. My dad was right in that I had lots of
ideas myself; but it never hurt to get a few suggestions! The question was,
would I tell John where I got the ideas from?
THE END