Where it happened: A friend's bed
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
I led two lives back then. I was the youngest daughter of a very conservative minister/pastor, as well as a red-blooded teenage country girl. It was difficult for me to live by my own values, and not embarrass my father. Now, I’m a christian, and all, but I still believe in the privacy of closed doors and secret confidence between two friends with like interests.
I made friends with a girl my age that attended my dad’s church, and often spent the night at her home. She had a younger brother, (about 8 or 9 then) Of course he was too young to mess around with, but her dad was one absolutely stunning example of manhood!
HE (no names please) was off work on Sundays and Mondays. His wife worked too, but regular hours Monday through Friday. This left us girls alone with HIM all day every Monday. HE entertained us splendidly, taking us all sorts of fun places. They had a pool, and HE also taught me to swim. If the church had known about that terrible “mixed bathing” episode, I would have been excomunicated instantly. It was innocent, though. I had no swimsuit, but I kept my panties and bra on, and he kept his hands to himself … mostly. I didn’t. I faked clumsiness and choking and falling down … any excuse to have him grab me, or for me to grab him or press against his crotch.
Soon I was sleeping over at their house as much as I stayed home, especially on Sunday nights … just so I could be around HIM!
One day we two were going to swim, and his daughter was reading a book. I went to the pool first, and got in … buck naked. When HE came out and saw me, he looked away and stammered “Where are your clothes” I told HIM that I had only one clean bra, and didn’t want to get it wet. I told him “It’s OK, really. Nobody knows anything, OK?” HE got in the pool, and my heart started running away.
I immediately swam to him, on my back, so HE could see my fine breasts and my slit. My thin, blonde bush hid nothing. I asked HIM to help me float on my back. He slipped his hand under my butt, just like always. I had my eyes closed, but I hoped HE didnt. I extended my arms, and then slowly spread my legs as wide as I could. I felt myself open up, and cold water surrounded my inner lips and clit.
I slowly hunched up with my mound. A trickle running down my slit, and the warmth of the sun on my clit and inner lips let me know I had succeeded. I was spread-eagled, wide open and in plain view, and HE had a handful of my bare ass.
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I had daydreamed about this moment a lot. HE would kiss us girls when we went to bed, just a peck on the cheek. I started kissing him back on the mouth, and had done it for weeks. Longer and longer each time, as much as I thought I could push it. The previous night I was in bed, and his daughter was still in the bathroom. When he came in to kiss me, I wrapped my arms around his chest, pulling myself up on my knees, pressing my unrestrained 32 C’s against him, and french kissed him. He frenched me back for a minute or two, and rubbed his hand over my fine ass until we heard the bathroom door open.
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I was getting HOT. My original intention of giving him a good show and having him feel me off and maybe kiss my tits was not going to be enough. Not this time. I wanted HIM inside ME!
I opened my eyes, and he was looking at my mound. I asked: “Do you like what you see?” “Yes, very much. You are beautiful and extremely sexy … I’m as hard as a rock.” “It’s yours. Do whatever you want to, and nobody will ever know unless you tell.”
GOD! I was HOT !!!
I was still balanced with my butt in his hand. HE very s.l.o.w.l.y eased me over to the edge of the pool, toward the deck. On the way, he kissed my nipples and gently massaged my clit. He lifted my ass onto the deck, leaving my legs hanging into the pool from my knees down. He told me to lay back, and I did, He spread my legs further, and slowly, gently, tenderly explored my clit and inner lips with his Magic fingers.
I felt myself flooding with slippery sweetness. He slowly inserted a finger into me. Then two! He kept them there, as he continued massaging my legs, tummy, inner thighs and my clit with his other hand. I was moaning out loud with pleasure.
Keeping his two fingers in me, he climbed out of the pool and lay down beside me. We kissed for ages, slowly and gently and tenderly. HE was a real MAN, and took time to do all the sweet things to make it good for ME.
We got up, keeping his fingers in place, and made our way over to an air matress. He laid me down. HE spread my legs wide again, and gently removed his dripping fingers from my dripping vagina. I was soooo wet!
Without a word, he came over me. I spread my legs wide, reached between them and guided him to the vestibule of my vagina. I held him tenderly, as he slipped through my fingers down deep inside me. That was a rush in itself.
There was no pain.
As he penetrated deeper into me, I slid mt hands out and held him by the hips. I put my feet flat on the deck, and shoved my mound straight up, taking the full length of his member inside me. That’s when he hit bottom! Maybe he’s long, or maybe I’m shallow. His member was exactly as long as I was deep, and when we pressed together hard, or hunched, it was a very strong feeling. I love it! He’s a perfect fit for me.
I masturbated some, and brought myself to orgasm almost every time. This one was different. I think it had to be his huge shot going off deep inside me that triggered it. It was a massive number twelve richter scale earthquake of an orgasm. I squealed with pleasure several times. It must have lasted ten minutes.
His boner finally went down, but we lay together for a long time afterward with him inside me.. I was on top, my ankles crossed, lying between his spread legs. We could both feel my insides slowly, gently squeezing and milking him.
A few minutes later, I felt him get big in me again. It was wonderful to have him already inside, and feel him get a boner on. I did a “hula” motion with my hips, and he hunched up into me, bottoming out again. Soon he was pumping me full again. That, of course, set me off again too. I was running over. All over both of us. What a pleasant, slick, sticky mess!
After his erection went down the second time, we felt the rhythmic contractions inside me, tenderly pulling him, and milking him dry of all his sperm. I was unaware of this, but he told me it was natural for sexually mature women to experience, but only after a genuine orgasm.
We rolled apart, and headed for the shower. He bathed me tenderly, and we dried each other. When I dried his member, he got another boner. He bent me over the sink cabinet, and gave it to me from behind. He bottomed out, again, and shot me full, again, so much that when he pulled out, it ran down past my knees.
We showered again and dressed. We had been “Hard at it” for almost two hours.
When we went inside, his daughter was still in her book, and didn’t look up. I wanted to scream out: “I FINALLY GOT FUCKED”, but that could never be. THIS had to be kept between me and HIM, and it always has been.
I went back to my Chamelion life. Daddy-the-pastor’s perfect, upright, modest-dressing highly moral blue-eyed blonde innocent little baby girl. (YYUUUKKKKKK !!)
AND:
HIS lover, as time and chance permits. Yes, we still do.
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