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:

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 anymore 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.  Hmmmmmm, 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 naïve 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.

“Hmmmmmm, 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
=============================================

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 anymore, 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 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 
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 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
=============================

“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
