Subject: Church Picnic
Story Codes: mf f-solo oral
Diary Date: June 25, 2000
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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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
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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 flatbed 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 little kids and social time for the adults but 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'm 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 things turned out, about a month later he asked me out
and on our first date I sucked his dick. Eventually I let him fuck me
for the first time and so started some of the best months of my life.
You know how people say they wish they'd known then the things they know
now? Well, that was me when it came to sex. While I'd been masturbating
for years, I had no idea how much better REAL sex was. Thankfully my new
boyfriend was ready and willing to give me all I craved.
Unfortunately Steve's mom's job was transferred to California so they all
moved away in the dead of winter. 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. 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. Hmmmmmm, maybe there was
something to look forward to after all!
The morning of the picnic my irritating alarm clock buzzed and so I
reached over to turn it off. I tossed off the covers with every good
intention of getting out of bed but then I remembered what day it was and
flopped on my back. The cool morning air felt good on my naked body (I'd
been sleeping nude like my parents since I was twelve) as I rubbed my
eyes with both hands and tried to clear my head. One thing for sure,
nobody can accuse me of being a morning person! Given a choice I'd stay
up well past midnight and then sleep in until noon every day if I could!
As so often would happen when I did this I felt something familiar
stirring between my legs. 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. 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 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! What I DID know was that at moments like this
my pussy could be relentless in its demands.
From past experience I knew it was useless to try to fight it so I looked
down at my nude body in the dim light peeking through my curtains. As I
mentioned, 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 restricted 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
butt. 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 caught a glimpse of my groggy
dad stumbled across the hallway to the bathroom which was directly
opposite my bedroom. He was naked and sporting his usual "morning wood"
so I knew what his intentions were. Sure enough after he'd closed the
door behind him I heard him peeing and then the toilet flushing.
Whatever... I quickly put him out of my mind as I had better things to
think about.
As I started to slowly rub my clit it responded by sending shivers
throughout my body. It was like it was telling me if I treated it nice
it would do the same for me. I spread my legs a little further apart,
imagining my latest boyfriend was touching me. In my dream he was on top
of me now, his hand on his wonderful erection as he guided it towards my
crotch, getting ready to penetrate me and make me feel whole again. My
middle finger slipped into my wet pussy hole as I imagined him slipping
into me, making me gasp and I moaned.
"Yes John, fuck me... fuck me!"
God it felt so good! 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 now but
it wasn't tied together so I could still 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 figure out my mom was about to get "lucky"!
"Oops, sorry baby," he said when he saw my eyes were fixed and then
realizing what was inadvertently on display. "Ummmmm, your mom's waiting
for me," he offered as an explanation for his arousal but it wasn't
necessary as I'd already assumed as much.
"So anyway, you were saying?" he teased me after rearranging his robe.
"Oh Daddy!" I protested, "You know very well what 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 who'd been fucking me lately?
I certainly hadn't been thinking of my own dad fucking me!
"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 some this morning!
The only time my parents usually shut their bedroom door was when they
made love. I guess it was their 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 sometimes 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
her with talk about how I couldn't wait to be with my boyfriend again.
In any case it was still not something to be flaunted. I'd say "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 current 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 time or 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 any 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. Oh
sure his hand might be on my bare butt when I didn't wear panties but it
was there when I did have more clothes on as well. 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 naive 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've
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 my dad had just bought me the
perfect pair of denim cutoffs that I knew John would have loved to see me
in. They were ripped up to the pockets which allowed the bottom of my
cute ass (if I say so myself) to hang out even when I was standing.
I'll leave it up to you to imagine what was exposed when I sat down!
Even my dad told me when I tried them on in the store and posed for him
that my boyfriend was going to love seeing me in them.
As for the crotch, I'd cut the shorts even shorter when we got home such
that all that remained of the original shorts was the center hem. While
I liked how it looked it also 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 get them past my mom's ever
watchful eyes, instead of my new 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 I was well aware they were
still pushing the limit by church standards. At least they were
borderline so 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.
THAT had created quite the stir and my mom wasn't too pleased to have to
drive out to bring me a different suit.
With the shorts on 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 and a gold ankle chain (another present from my daddy)
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 a girl 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 perfectly well
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.
"Hmmmmmm, so let me make a wild 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 flat 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 HOT 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 do it 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 after all.
"I know, I know, my mom picked out the shirt," he said sheepishly. I
guess I must have been a little more obvious with my eye-rolling 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. "Would you have even asked
me out otherwise?"
"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, or maybe because of it,
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 lurking 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'd thought. 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'd
expected. Along with some empty boxes there were a few 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 naked.
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 starting 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, "Suck it."
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 accustomed 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'd given 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 anymore I
bent down just enough to lick the tip of his now rock-hard dick with my
tongue. As hard as the shaft was 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'd had more time I could've 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 sometime 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 Hungry 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 its way to be a hot
one.
John had his hands on my bare upper thighs, running his fingers up and
down the smooth 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 inside of me," I mouthed
more than whispered to him.
John grinned and turned his attention to his crotch where he could see
his cock as it disappeared up inside of me. Sometime I prefer 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 red 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 within me although it was slowly
withdrawing from me as it 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 in the world 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, I should've known. You PROMISED you'd 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