Where it happened: Sunday School
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 8
Category: Straight
Well, I took the time to read the last hundred or so stories. Without a doubt, most of those written by “females” actually were written by one or two, maybe three little boys, who are probably friends. The sentence structure they use and the obvious ignorance of what girls are all about gives them away. They tell the same stories, and the same totally inexperienced pre-teen tales. 100% Bullshit !!!
Want to hear a real one for a change?
It was the Sunday before my fourteenth birthday. We were having church, as usual. There was this really hot guy visiting some relatives that attend our church, and he had been in town a few days, and to several of our services. He was almost seventeen, almost six feet tall, muscular, blue eyed and had blond hair that was cut like a Man’s hair is supposed to be. He was clean and neat, smelled good, and dressed well. All of us girls had the hots for him. I got wet several times just thinking about him, and watching him.
We had a youth choir, and since he was a gifted singer, he was invited to do a special song, a trio number with two girls, one of which was ME ! Mom dropped me off for choir practice just after lunch. He and several others were already at church. We had a good practice, and about an hour later the musicians and other choir members left. They would return about 6:00 for the evening service. I usually stayed at church, and changed clothes there, because we lived so far out of town it was not practical to go back home. Mike didn’t have a ride, because the folks he was staying with were doing hospital visitation that Sunday. Mike and I were alone, and would be for at least two hours!
What to do? How do I get him to kiss me?
We sat in the foyer for a while, and just talked about school and stuff. Then I got this great idea. Why not show him around the building? Yes! That’s what I’ll do. We went through all the bottom floor. Sanctuary, Fellowship hall, offices, sunday school rooms, etc., then went upstairs. We looked at the children’s center, then went to the parlor, where adult classes are held. The parlor is furnished like a comfortable den. Chairs, recliners, couches, a kitchenette, and restrooms. There is a bridal dressing room attached to the parlor, and that’s where it happened.
I was telling him how I wished I could be a bride, or just be held close and loved. He took the bait … and ran with it.
He said: “Like this?” as he slipped his arms around me and pulled me close to him. I said “Yes, and even more.”
In an instant we were fully embraced and kissing tenderly.
We made our way to the couch, and were really going strong. I know I was already very wet before the first article of clothing came off. We got down to panties and jockey shorts quickly, with just a brief stop for him to do some serious tit sucking. I got on botom and he got between my legs, and pushed his erect dick against my very wet puss. I was wet enough that I was soaking his shorts … through mine.
He reached down and slid his hand in my panties, so I ran my hand inside his shorts. I grabbed his schlong about the same time he got a finger on my clit. About ten seconds later, we said in unison: “I want you .. right now” !
He got up, I tooh off my panties while he shucked his shorts, and he got right back between my thighs. I raised my knees and spread them wide as he entered me gently and slowly. In one fluid, non-stop motion he was all the way in me. There was no “working it in”, there was no pain whatsoever. It felt so good!
We made slow and tender love for about an hour, our lips locked about half the time in addition to our organs fully and deeply coupled. We tried every conceivable position, but I liked to be on bottom the best. ( I still do.) He said the best for him was with me on top, shaking my hips like a Hula Dancer. I can understand that.
We had been going at it steady for over an hour. We decided to get dressed before we got caught, so we finished up by trying for the big ” O “. Mutual Orgasm.
It was too late to worry about getting pregnant! Pulling out doesn’t work at all. The clear pre-cum has more live sperm in it than the whitish cum has. We were overwhelmingly excited with each other, and I’m sure he had already juiced me good with pre-cum. If I was going to get pregnant from this encounter, I already was !
We rolled over with me on bottom, and he began long-stroking me, very slowly. I was very sensitive, and my clit could feel the ridges and bumps on his dick as they slid slowly in and out of me. I felt blood rushing inside my clit and inner lips as he went in and out. It felt so good ! I started to tingle down there, as he picked up the pace. Soon I was hunching in rhythm with him, and then it happened.
My body took over. I lost control, and started hunching wildly and could not stop. My legs went wild, first wrapping around his waist, then swinging under him and crossing my ankles. My insides were on fire! I wanted his balls and all inside me! My eyes would not open nor focus, My head was spinning. I wanted him to fill me with his semen !
In the middle of my orgasm, it hit him just like me. He hunched me very fast and VERY hard! Finally he shoved deep into me, pinning me to the couch. I was very aware, and could feel him inside me, pulsing and jerking, and filling me with his semen.
After a while, the feeling subsided in us. His erection seemed to go down, but when he pulled out of me, he was still very, very big, but soft.
We got up and went to clean up. I showered real fast while he washed himself with washcloths. When I stepped out of the shower, he got another erection. We ran to the couch and did it again. He came in about two minutes.
To the shower … again, with semen running down my thighs … again ! This time we cleaned up, cooled down, and got dressed. When we saw the couch, we didn’t know what to do. It was a mess. Juices all over the middle cushion, and a tiny bit if blood. The cushion was reversible, so we turned it over and got the hell out of there.
Mike and I were especially “anointed” that night, and we sang our parts with outstanding verve and harmony.
We tried to get together again, but couldn’t get alone for long enough to do anything but some kissing, tit sucking, and a little finger fucking. Mike went back home a few days later. We wrote for a while, but that tapered off and we stopped in a few months. I’ve not seen nor heard from or about him since.
I’m thankful it was him, for my first time. The little teenie-weenies my age don’t know shit, and probably would have hurt me. Mike was a very special blessing of the Lord in my life. I hope to see him again … up yonder.
With love,
Shelly C.
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