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A Good Catholic Girl

Missy felt guilty after losing her cherry to Brad.  After all, she had been raised to be a good Catholic girl and was constantly reminded how important it was to save herself for marriage, but Missy was only eighteen.  Her body didn’t want to wait.  

Over the past year Brad had progressed from feeling up her tits to fingering her pussy, while Missy went from innocently rubbing his cock to making him cum with her hand.        Often Missy would lose control and want to be filled with more than fingers but it was usually after Brad had already cum all over her hand.  

Things got out of control one night.  Missy was stroking his cock when Brad’s fingers touched her pussy.  She fell back on the couch with her legs spread so his fingers could go deeper.  Brad climbed on top to kiss her keeping a finger in her cunt.  She wanted more.  Missy’s hand guided his cock to her juicy folds.  

The words “fuck me” were forced from her mouth by some primal force.  She barely felt the pinch when his cock punched through her membrane and buried itself deep in her cunt.  She screamed each time his cock bottomed out inside her.  Brad barely cleared her pussy when his cock exploded and shot a powerful stream of cum across her hard clit.

Missy knew what they were doing was wrong, but after that night there was no turning back.  She would repeatedly say “we shouldn’t” and “no” as their heavy petting progressed.  When she felt his cock slide into her pussy she would go crazy screaming and bucking against him and yelling “fuck me” over and over.  

At first Brad always pulled out and pumped cum all over her pussy and thighs.  Being Catholic, birth control was out of the question.  Then Missy “innocently” let it slip that her mother had her on the pill for “regularity”.  That night she screamed in orgasm as Brad pumped her pussy full of cum.  She locked her legs around him and held him deep in her cunt, shuddering each time her pussy twitched against him.

Part of Missy wanted to be more experimental but her Catholic upbringing held her back.  She had to show some effort to resist.  Sex with Brad was always in the missionary position.  Missy finally convinced herself that fucking Brad was more like telling a small white lie.  After all, she loved him.  She could live with that.  

One day after cheerleading practice she overheard two girls who thought they were alone talk about fucking boys in different positions.  One girl described how her boyfriend licked her pussy and made her cum so hard she almost passed out.  The other one said she loved the taste of cum and sometimes let her boyfriend fuck her up the ass.  Missy knew these things were really nasty but they excited her just the same.  

That night Missy lay in bed with fresh images of doing these nasty things with Brad.  Her body responded in ways she couldn’t control.  Her nipples burned.  She could feel pussy juice running down the crack of her ass.  Missy knew it was wrong to touch her own body in a sexual manner.  Just like before she tried to resist, but it was futile.

A hand trailed down her stomach and through the soft curls covering her swollen mound.  Missy’s fingertips found the juicy folds of her hot cunt.  She fingered her pussy the way Brad did only better because she knew all the right places to touch.  Her other hand squeezed her breast and pinched her hard nipple.  Two minutes later she arched her back and bit her lip to stifle a scream as a powerful orgasm surged through her body.

After several nights of finger fucking her pussy Missy was desperate for the feel of a hard cock up her cunt.  This time she would take charge.  Missy put on a sweatshirt with nothing underneath and invited Brad into her basement.  She quickly straddled him.  They tongued kissed while she pulled out his cock.  When it was good and hard she guided the tip to her dripping pussy and lowered herself onto his hard meat.

Missy pulled off the sweatshirt so her tits could bounce free as she rode him.  She felt so nasty.  Words she had never uttered like cock, pussy, cunt and cum spewed from her mouth.  She screamed with her first orgasm but continued to ride him hard as he pulled on her tits.  She had her second orgasm when she felt cum exploding into her cunt.  

Missy pulled Brad over on top of her with his cock still buried in her cum-filled pussy.  She felt him grow back to hardness inside her.  Her heels dug into his ass trying to pull him deeper into her cunt as he repeatedly pounded her pussy.  Her fingers ripped the shirt from his back on her next orgasm.  

She could feel his balls slap wetly against her ass.  Cum oozed down her crack onto the couch below.  After another orgasm she pushed him off and scrambled onto all fours.  He quickly mounted her from behind and slid his cock between her creamy cheeks until it disappeared deep into her belly.  

Brad pounded her hard until her orgasms seemed to be one on top of another.  He reached around to grab her tits and collapsed her onto the couch.  His cock was pounding straight down into her pussy between her upraised ass cheeks.  He felt his cock swell and let out a roar just as his balls released a torrent of cum that flooded her cunt.

After that night Missy became insatiable.  She and Brad would fuck whenever they could find someplace to be alone.  When they realized they could do it standing all they needed was about five minutes together.  Missy often went through several pairs of panties a day, but made a point of washing out cum stains before she got home.  

Missy made peace with the idea of fucking Brad.  After all, they loved each other like husband and wife, so they really hadn’t sinned.  They hadn’t crossed any of the forbidden lines of sodomy like oral or anal sex.  The bible didn’t say anything about how often or what positions were acceptable.  Still, deep down Missy knew something was missing.  

The second week of school she found out what it was.
