2 comments/ 49265 views/ 7 favorites The Elder By: johnwadd The large house was in its usual quiet state as I turned the bathroom light out. I had just finished my shower when I heard the doorbell ring. I glanced at the clock. It was after 11 p.m. and although it was unusual to have a visitor after 10, I had many friends and it was not unheard of. On the way to the door, I took a robe that I had draped over the kitchen chair the previous morning and slipped it over myself. Not expecting company, I had just put an old tank top shirt and a loose fitting pair of boxer shorts on. I tied the robe and walked to the door. "Who is it?" I called out through the metal security door. "I'm sorry to bother you sir, it's Kristen." "Kristen?" I asked not knowing who that would be. "Yeah. Kristen from PCC," she said. The only Kristen I knew was from the Pentecostal Congregational Church, or PCC for short, was one of the young girls that I served as an Elder at. I pulled the door open slightly and there on the porch she stood. Kristen was a daughter of the couple that usually sat behind me on a Sunday morning. "Well come on in Kristen," I said as I pulled opened the door. "You'll have to excuse my appearance, I just got out of the shower." As she walked through the door, I noticed that she was not in her usual attire of blue jeans and tee shirt that I was used to seeing her in when I had seen her around town. Also, I was not used to seeing her long black hair in such a dishelved state. Wearing a leather bomber jacket that was much too long for her, a pair of sloppy sweat pants and her house slippers she came in and made her way across my living room. "Thank you Elder. I'm sorry to bother you at this late hour, but I have some things on my mind and I could not sleep. I have been walking up and down the streets for several hours trying to get something straight in my mind but I just couldn't work it out on my own. I just had to have somebody to talk to and you were the only one that I could think of." "Where's Sam?" I asked her. Sam was her fiancé. They had started dating while they were freshmen, he in college and she in high school. Now that she was in college, he had graduated and had taken an entry-level job in one of the local banks. They were planning on being married within a couple of months. "Sam's out of town on business," she said. "Aah, I see. Well come on in and sit down Kristen. What brings you here at this late hour?" Kristen nodded her thanks and sat down in the over stuffed chair that sat in the corner of my living room. My eyes admired her graceful beauty. "Well, like I said, I needed to talk to someone and you were the only one that I could think of." she said a look of concern on her young face. "What seems to be your troubling you my young friend?" "It's kind of hard to talk about Elder," she said, small tears beginning to form in her pretty blue eyes. My heart reached out to the young girl. It was obvious that something was troubling her very deeply. "Is it something that you could discuss with the pastor?" I asked her as I handed a tissue to dry her tears. "Oh my no!" she almost shouted as she dried her cheek. "Hmmm," I said rubbing my bearded chin. "Why not Kristen?" "I just can't Elder. That's all." "How about your parents then. I've known them for years and they seem to be very understanding people." Kristen shook her head and I got the feeling that she had indeed made her mind up that she had no recourse but to talk to me about it. "Very well Kristen, then let's go to my office." I held out my hand and her face showed signs of relief as she took it and stood up. My office was just off the kitchen of the old Victorian house that I lived in. "Nice cabinets," she said as we walked through the large dining area that was included in the kitchen of the old house." I chuckled to myself as I thought about how no matter what is bothering a woman, she still has an eye for the way a house is decorated. "Thanks," I responded as I led her across the hardwood floor. "Right through this door Kristen," I said as we walked into the old room that I had converted into my office. Kristen walked into the sparsely furnished office. It had been an old bedroom that we had converted to a sewing room, but after my wife passed away, I had turned it into my office. "Sit down sister," I motioned to the chair in the corner. Kristen took off her leather jacket and sat down. She was wearing a pink tee shirt with a teddy bear on the front of it. "I need to let you know that what you tell me will be kept in confidence as long as it is nothing that is illegal. If you have committed any crime, I am forced by law to report it. Is that understood Kristen," I told her as took my seat. "Oh no Elder, It is nothing like that!" she exclaimed. "Please, call me John," I said as I made myself comfortable. Kristen smiled a faint smile at me. I thought about how Sam was lucky to be getting such a lovely young lady for his bride. To say she was beautiful would not even come close to what she actually looked like. She was approximately 5' 2" and a very slim 115 pounds. Her hair was long and coal black and her complexion was almost that of a person of the oriental persuasion. On top of all that, she seemed to be one of the sweetest young ladies that I had ever met. "Ok John," she said as she made herself comfortable. "So what's up kid?" I asked her when she had settled in. "It's about me and Sam. I have some concerns about our relationship and I need someone that is mature and has had a lot of life experiences to talk to." "Aren't you going through the pre-marriage counseling that is required by the pastor?" "Yes. We have 2 more sessions left and when Sam gets back we'll complete them." "Then perhaps these concerns that you have would be better discussed with the pastor instead of me. After all, he is our undershephard and that falls into the marriage counseling area." Kristen once again shook her head. "I can't talk to him John, he's such an old fuddy-duddy! I'm sure that he wouldn't give me the correct advice on the things I need to discuss." "And what makes you think that the advice you get from me would be any different?" "Because you're different John. I remember when you and your wife used to lead the youth at PCC. You were so kind with everyone. You were kind with your children and you always respected your wife. I have always looked up to you. I have never felt like that with our pastor." "I think you are being a little unfair Kristen. The pastor is a kind man and he is also a man who has also raised a family and has supported his wife. Not only that, he has dealt with all kinds of problems on a daily basis. I wish you'd reconsider discussing your concerns with him." Once again a tear formed in Kristen's eye and she hung her head. What could possibly be bothering a girl at such a young age, I wondered to myself? "Very well Kristen. We'll continue if you like. Now what is it that has you so concerned." "Well, I'm not sure exactly what to say," she continued. Pausing for a minute, she readjusted herself in the chair and then she blurted it out. "It's about sex John!" "Sex?" I asked, totally taken aback by the three-letter word that was on most people's mind more than it should be. "Y-y-yeah. Sex," she said softer, almost shy voice this time. I crossed my legs and leaned back in my chair. "I'm not sure I can be of much help to you Kristen. I'm not a trained counselor. Perhaps your parents would be better suited for this conversation." "Fine!" she said in a loud voice. Almost leaping out of her chair she picked up her coat. "If you are going to insist that I talk to my parents about this then I can see that there is nothing more to talk about!" Realizing that I had made a serious error in judgment, I stood up and put my hand on Kristen's shoulder. "Wait Kristen," I said. "I didn't mean to upset you. Sit back down and I will do what I can for you. Sit girl." Kristen put her hand on top of mine and grasped my fingers. Her skin of her palm was soft against the back of my hand as she squeezed my fingers tightly and then released them. "Thank you John," she said, her anger no longer evident. Sitting down once again, I searched back into the confines of my memory about the wonderful love life that I had experienced with my wife. "Now what is it that you want to know about my friend?" "Well, I am confused about some things. I have tried to bring these things up with my mom but they seem to get lost in our conversation." "Well just spit it out girl," I said as I sat there in wonder of the beautiful young creature that had come to ask my advice. "Ok. Here it is. What I wanted to know is. Ummmmmmm, do you think it's ok? I mean I know the entire bit about the birds and bees and the reproductive stuff. So what I'd like your opinion on John is, do you think that oral sex is ok?" At this point in time I am sure that my mouth must have been wide open. I had never breached this subject with anyone let alone the subject of sex with someone so young. "Hmmmmm." I said pausing for a second. "Goodness. I'm not sure how to answer that." "Just give me an honest answer John. That's why I came to you, because I know that not only are you a wise man, but that you would be totally and brutally honest with me." I picked up my bible and sat it on my lap and opened it up. I pretended to be thumbing through it but in reality the thought of the young girl that sat across from me performing oral sex was starting to arouse the man in me that had long lay dormant. "That is a hard question to answer my young friend." I moved through a few more pages. "I do not know of anything that specifically condones or forbids it." "So you think it's alright then?" she asked her brown eyes glistening in the light. "What I think is," I said as I tried my best not to look at the young girl as a sexual creature but as one of a troubled young bride to be seeking answers. "What I think is that as long as two people are in love, and everything is consensual, then there are......" I paused once again trying to choose my words. "What I mean is that as long as two people have committed to each other in the sanctity marriage that what goes on in the bedroom between them will be blessed by the Lord." "So let me get this straight John," she said leaning forward a little. Suddenly I was aware of the impression of Kristen's nipples against the pink cotton fabric that covered her upper body. "You think that anything done between two people that love each other is ok?" "Well, now you are getting into some things that I really cannot positively answer for you Kristen. Some things you will just have to decide for yourself." Kristen's eyes widened a little. I could almost see my reflections in the dark brown eyes of hers. "If I ask you a question, would you answer me honestly John?" Now once again she had taken control of the conversation and I was really getting uncomfortable. "I'll answer if I can Kristen," I said shifting in my seat. "Did your wife ever perform oral sex on you?" she asked. My blood seemed to rush to my face as well as my penis as the words rolled off the pink lips of the beautiful brunette. Once again my mind wandered back to the days that my wife and I would enjoy our passionate love life. Not answering her question directly, I started to thumb across the pages of the book on my lap again. "It's ok John, you don't have to answer. I can tell by the look on your face that you are uncomfortable talking about it." "No Kristen," I said. "It's ok. It is just not an easy thing to talk about. I did love her dearly you know and I miss her greatly." I cleared my throat and tried not to let the situation get out of hand. "I guess I have to answer you honestly. The answer is yes. My wife did perform oral sex on me." I can't believe that I had just told one of the young girls that I had seen on almost a weekly basis that my wife had given me blowjobs! "Did you enjoy it then? You didn't have any guilty feelings about her doing this to you?" The inquisitive eyes of a child looked to me for answers and I had to be very careful how I answered. How could I tell her that I did indeed enjoy the feelings of my wife's warm moist lips as they moved up and down the length of my hard cock? How could I tell her that I had no guilty feelings about enjoying the feeling of the soft skin of her fingers as they massaged my hard prick and she flicked her tongue across the slit in the end of it? The silence in the room was deafening as we sat there across from each other. "Well," I paused once again. "Like I told you, there are some decisions that you make in life and this was one that my wife and I made together. Nothing was ever forced for either one of us. So I have to say that I felt at the time like it was an ok thing for us to participate it." Wanting to get this conversation back on her, I looked her in the face. "What exactly brought this subject up anyway Kristen?" "I found out that Sam had gone out with some girls when he was in college. I found out that they had given him blowjobs. I just wasn't sure if that was an ok thing to do or not!" Relief flooded my body. Of course, she would be curious after finding out that her intended had received oral services from some college girls. "Well then," I said as closed my book. "I guess that should answer your question. Although I do not think that it was ok for Sam to have these girls do this to him while he was dating you, I do not necessarily think that the act of oral sex in and of itself is a bad thing." I smiled at Kristen, satisfied that I had indeed helped her. "Is there anything else Kristen?" I asked her. "Well," she said softly. "There is one other question that I had for you." "What is it my friend?" "I'm not sure how to ask it." Her dark brown eyes once again looked to me for answers. "Just ask point blank like you did earlier," I laughed out loud. "Ok. Here goes. I know that you are a kind and loving man and you always help people because you love to help them. So, what I want to know John, is would you teach me the proper way to give oral sex to Sam?" As it had before, my face turned a deep shade of red. My cock leaped against my shorts and I once again was at a loss for words. "Kristen," I said as I sat there, "I don't think that would be a good idea. After all, you are going to marry Sam in a couple of months." "Yeah, I know," she said softly. "But I kinda' figured that if he had gotten blowjobs from other girls then he would know that I didn't know how to do it." Kristen got up and began pacing the floor. And, I was concerned that if he wasn't satisfied with my blowjobs, then he would know where he could get ones that would please him." "I'm sure you'll do fine," I said nervously. "Besides, there is the fact that we attend church together every week and also the fact that I am 45 and you are how old?" "I'm 20," she said. "There you go. I'm 45 and you're 20 and that means that I am old enough to be your father." "Maybe," she mumbled. "But it means something else too." she said as she stopped pacing and slowly moved toward me. I felt my heart pound in my chest as the girl barely out of her teens moved closer. "And it means what?" I asked as I looked up at her. "It means that at 45 and 20, that we are both consenting adults. It also means that as consenting adults, we should be able to keep in mind that when we saw each other that we would consider it marriage counseling." Kristen raised her hand and touched the top of my head. It had been so long since I had felt the touch of a woman that I closed my eyes as she moved her fingers through my hair. "But Kristen," I said in a trembling voice. "What about our congregation? What about our commitments? What about your parents?" I asked as her gentle fingers massaged my scalp. "They'll never know John, because I won't tell and I know that you won't!" Kristen's hands moved from my hair and touched my face and then my shoulder. I looked up in wonder at this girl as she stood above me. Kristen's pert little nipples were pressed against the pink fabric of the material of her shirt. I wanted so much to reach out and touch them that my body hurt. Her other hand reached down and took the bible from my lap. Setting it respectfully on the desk, her hand moved down my chest. My cock was now at full hardness as the scent of this woman/child touched my nose. Kristen leaned forward and placed her lips close to my ear. "You can teach me John. I want you to show me the proper way to suck a cock," she whispered into my ear. "But Kristen," I stammered. "And," I paused, "as much as I would love to have you do this tome, I'm sure that it would not be a good decision for either one of us." Kristen raised a finger and put it to my lips. Shaking her head she backed away from me and stood still for me to look at. The look in Kristen's eyes told me that she had already made up her mind. "Don't you think I look good?" she asked as she stood before me, her tender young breasts jutting out from her chest and seeming to strain against the thin material. Not waiting for me to answer, she moved her hands down to the hem of her shirt and in what seemed like slow motion, she pulled it over her head. Staring open mouthed for a moment, I took in her loveliness. Kristen was perfect from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. I averted my eyes from her nakedness as she stood before me. "Look at me John," she said. I kept my eyes down. "Look at me damnit!" she said louder this time. I looked up at the beautiful young girl. Her dark skin almost glowed in the soft light of the room. Breasts the size of large grapefruits were capped off with small pink nipples. "Don't you think I'm attractive John?" "Oh my god yes Kristen! I think you are absolutely gorgeous!" I trembled as the next words came out of my mouth. "But this experience is something you should save for the man that you love." "I am saving it for a man that I love John," she said as she spun slightly and placed her soft ass on my lap. "Or I should say I am giving it to one of the men that I love." Soft gentle fingers moved inside my robe and I could feel her tender digits caress my skin. "I have loved you ever since I was a little girl," she said, her fingers drawing soft circles on my hairy chest, moving down to my nipple. "I have wanted you for too many years and I never had the chance to tell you. And I know you want me too," she said as she pressed her hips firmly down onto my lap. My hard penis pressed into the firm young buttocks of the young girl. There was no use trying to hide the fact that I was totally aroused by this time. "But I mean for the man you love and are going to marry!" I said giving one last feeble attempt to make this right. "But we would be doing it for the man I love. Do it for Sam. Do it for me John!" Without waiting for my answer, Kristen moved from my lap and I watched her as she made her way in front of me. Her long black hair flowed and rested on her bare shoulders. Amazed at the sight before me, she watched my face, as if checking my reaction to her body. She bent forward and placing her hands on my knees, she gently kissed my lips. Without even thinking, I put my hands on the soft skin on her back. I knew it was not a prudent thing to do, but it had been so long since I had been this close to a woman, and even longer since I'd had anyone this young to think I was attractive. Kristen pressed her lips harder against my lips and I reciprocated by moving my hands around to her young breasts. Although they were not large, they were firm and the skin was as smooth as warm butter. I felt her moan into my mouth as I caressed her pink nipples and felt them harden under my touch. Heavy breathing was all that could be heard in the room. There was a slight taste of strawberry lip-gloss on her mouth and my tongue traced along her lips. Kristen pulled my lips from hers and then she knelt in front of me. My cock was now so hard that I felt like if she touched it that it would break between her tender fingers. "Oh my Kristen," I said as she placed her hands in the elastic of my shorts and she tugged at them. "I want you to be sure Kristen. I just want you to be sure," I told her as she looked up at me. The Elder Continued I must have dozed off, because I heard a sound that sounded like glass rattling in the kitchen. Could this have been real, could I have just had a young girl from PCC make love to my cock with her mouth? I looked down and my robe was open shorts were across the room and I knew that either it had indeed happened or I'd had one hell of a wet dream! Clearing my head, I realized that I was hearing sounds from the kitchen. Making my way to my feet, I almost stumbled over the pink tee shirt lying on the floor. "Oh god," I breathed as I thought about it all being real. "Kristen?" I called out as I walked into the kitchen. The smell of freshly brewing coffee moved gently through the air. "Yes John," she answered back. I walked through the door and there the young girl stood at the stove, barefoot and naked from the waist up. It appeared that she was cooking something. "You hungry John?" she asked. "Uh, yeah," I replied as I pulled my robe together. "Look Kristen, I'm sorry for what happened earlier. I'm not sure what came over me." Kristen stopped her labors for a moment and turned and looked at me. "You're sorry John?" she asked. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take advantage of you," I said as I looked down at the floor. "Didn't you enjoy it?" she asked as she turned out the fire. "Oh god yes!" I almost shouted. "It was the most wonderful thing this old man has had happen to him in a long, long time!" "Well first of all," she said putting the utensils that she was stirring the food with down. "First of all John, you didn't take advantage of me. Secondly," she said as she walked toward me, "secondly it was one of the most intense times that I have ever spent with a man and I will never forget it as long as I live." "But I am supposed to be a responsible adult and I should have been in more control of myself," I said as she stood there, her firm breasts almost calling out for me to touch them. "I think you showed too much control John. I think you are a precious soul and I would have kept going but my jaws got so tired!" Kristen winked at me and then put her arms around my neck and pressed her tight young body into mine. Instinctively, my hands went to her back and I held her tightly. "I just hope you weren't disappointed at the size of my little friend," I said chuckling. "Oh no John. It wasn't your little friend I was loving, it was the man that carried his little friend around," she said as her hand moved down and gave my ass a hard squeeze through my terry robe. "Besides," she whispered in my ear, "it's just the right size for sucking." Pulling away from me she motioned to the table. "I'm hungry, let's eat!" she said excitedly as she walked to the cupboard and took a couple of bowls and put them on the table. "And I am hungry too!" I said as she walked to the table. "What are we having?" "Chili!" she said. I looked at the clock and it was almost 1 a.m. "It's kind of late to be eating chili isn't it sister?" I asked as she dipped the hot mixture into the bowls. "It's never too late or too early for chili John," she said as she put the pot back on the stove. "Now let's eat John!" she said with a motherly tone in her voice. "Chili it is," I said as I poured coffee into my cup. "After you young lady," I said as I pulled her chair out and she sat down. "Why thank you sir," she said in her best southern drawl as I pushed her to the table. We both laughed and I took my place at the table. "I think there's something wrong here sir," she said her eyes fluttering, still carrying on the "Gone With the Wind" facade. "Oh and what is that Miss Scarlet?" I asked. She jutted her breasts out and ran her hand down them. "Well sir, I do believe I am at a disadvantage sir!" "And what is that disadvantage my little southern belle?" "Well sir," she said as she moved her hands down her front, pushing her shapely young breasts and then letting them go. I smiled as I watched them bounce on her chest. "It seems that I have no shirt on and you do and I just don't think that's fair my dear man!" "Well, I do declare I believe you are right young lady," I said as I stood up and untied my robe. I pulled it from my shoulders and then removed my shirt. I threw them in a pile in the corner of the kitchen. "There, how's that?" I asked as I stood there totally nude before her. "Oh my sir! It is a lovely sight," she said, "but I'm afraid that now the tables have turned!" I sat back down and watched as Kristen stood up. Long, silky black hair shined in the lights of the kitchen. Kristen pushed her chair back and stood before me. Winking at me, she gave me that shy little girl look and then she put her hands into the loose waist of her sweat pants. "I think there's only one thing to do sir, either you put your shorts back on, or I do declare, I am just going to have to remove my drawers!" "Oh my," I said trying to act like a southern gentleman. "I believe it is your call ma'am!" With a twinkle in her large brown eyes, I watched in total ecstasy as Kristen began to push her sweat pants down. As her naval came into view, my mouth almost watered. "Oh yes Miss Scarlet, I do believe you have made a jim dandy decision!" Slowly, teasingly, she pushed her sweats down a little more until just a few of her jet-black pubic hairs poked over the top. "Shall I go on sir?" she asked, enjoying this game way too much! "I wouldn't have it any other way ma'am," I said as my eyes burned into her young flesh. Pleased with my reaction, I watched as the young girl slowly pushed the sweats down across her hips until her neatly trimmed pubic bush was exposed to me. Once again Kristen was in control of the situation and she knew it. I licked my lips and she smiled and then pushed her sweats all the way down and then stepped out of them. Holding her hands to her sides, she turned around several times and then stopped. "What do you think John?" she asked as she put her hands on her hips. "I think," I stopped short. "I mean WE think," I said in reference to my cock, which had already started to recover nicely. "WE think that you are the most glorious creature that God ever put on the face of the earth my dear," I said as I stood up. My penis was standing up at a 45-degree angle and a very pleased look came over Kristen's face. "Well thank you sir!" she said. "Now let's eat!" "I think I'll have my desert first," I said as I walked toward the refrigerator. "Desert?" she asked. "I didn't make any desert." "Maybe you didn't make any," I said as I took a can of whipped cream from the shelf, "but I think we can improvise!" I said as I put it on the cabinet. "Just what are you going to do John?" she asked as she watched me remove some more items. "I just told you girl, I'm going to have desert!" Kristen's brown eyes were as large as silver dollars as I closed the refrigerator door and took the items to the table. I removed the bowls of chili and sat them on the cabinet and cleared the table. "What are you going to put that stuff on John?" she asked as I walked toward her. "I'm going to put it on something I've been wanting to eat for a long time my dear," I said as I put arms around her. Not waiting for her to react, I picked her up and sat her on the edge of the table. "Oh my god John! What are you doing?" "Just relax Kristen," I said as I leaned forward and placed a warm, wet kiss on her lips. I felt her moan into my mouth as my hard dick touched her on the inside of the leg. My tongue moved between her wet lips and hers met mine as I invaded her mouth. We kissed passionately, wrestling tongues for a moment and then I released my lips from hers. Keeping her lips tightly on my tongue as I moved back, it made a smacking sound as it came out. Her hand moved down between my legs and gave my hard cock a gentle squeeze. "You're hard again John!" she said as she held onto it. I didn't reply, I just took her elbows into my hands and gently laid her back on the table. "Oh no John! Please! Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!" she just kept saying over and over as she thought about what was to come. My eyes took in the beauty between Kristen's legs. Just as I had suspected, it did look good enough eat. "You know Kristen, I think I have to check and see if the desert is ready." "H-h-how are you going to do that sir?" she asked as I pulled my chair up and sat down. "You ever bake a cake Kristen?" I asked. "Yes. I've baked a cake before," she said as I watched the goose bumps move across the tender flesh of her legs. "And just how do you check to see if a cake is done?" I asked. "Visual inspection John," she asked? "Already did that Kristen. What do you do next?" "Oh god!" she groaned. "With my finger?" she asked as I looked at her open flower. "Once again you are correct my dear." I put my hands on the inside of her thighs. She was tense and I could feel her resisting slightly. "Just relax my dear. Just relax and let me check to see if desert is ready." I massaged the insides of her thighs and kissed her lightly. "Shit!" she exclaimed as I moved my tongue against the prickly stubble on her legs. Kristen's reflexes took over and she jumped a bit. I laughed a hearty laugh and then I heard her giggle and she tried to relax. Kristen shifted a little and she closed her eyes. I could hear her breathing increase as I moved my face toward her sweet mound. The smell moved up to my nose and I inhaled her musky perfume. My hands moved up the thighs and my finger moved to her shaved area between her thighs and my intended target. "Oooooohhhhhhh," she cooed as my finger moved across her smooth flesh. I felt her shiver as my hand moved down her thigh and then I removed it. "I do believe it's time to test it my dear," I said as my finger moved toward the outer lips of her vagina. "Be gentle John," she pleaded as my finger neared her sensitive area. "Of course I'll be gentle my dear. We shouldn’t want to hurt the desert," I told her as my finger touched her moist lips. Kristen's body shook with excitement as my finger traced against the outer folds of her vagina. "Oh my, oh my, oh my god!" she shouted as I touched her for the first time. Electricity seemed to snap in the air as I became more forceful. "I believe it is going to be moist," I said as my finger moved into her opening. "Oh yessssssssss," she groaned as I gently moved my finger into her precious pussy. "That feels so good John! Please don't stop John," she moaned and she began a motion against my finger. "Oh but I am just checking to see if it is ready to eat." I removed my finger from her pussy and pushing my chair back, I stood up and looked down at the naked young brunette on the table. My finger moved to my lips and I sucked it into my mouth. "Mmmmmmm," I said as I sucked on my wet digit. "It tastes so good Kristen," I said as I pulled the finger from between my lips. "John. Please. Please don't stop John," she said almost pleading. "You know, I think it's ready to be eaten but the proof is in the pudding my dear," I said as I picked up a jar of cherries from the table and opening it, set a couple to the side. "W-w-what are you going to do John?" she asked. "It's time to eat my girl!" With that I sat back down and once again the smell of Kristen's vagina hung in the air. I moved my hands between her thighs and spread them a little more. "I believe it is time." My face moved toward Kristen's tender pussy and not able to hold back any longer, I moved my tongue out and she trembled as for the first time it flicked across the swollen lips. "Oh fuck!" she groaned. "Yes baby. Eat me up baby! Eat me up!" she cried. The musky scent was strong as my tongue moved closer and I pushed it gently between her slick lips. Kristen took hold of my hair and tried to pull me head first into her waiting womb. "Patience my dear," I told her. "Patience." Releasing my hair, she did her best to relax and I fumbled to find a cherry. "What is desert without a cherry Kristen," I said as I moved the fruit against hers. "John. John. My god John, quit teasing me!" "Teasing? Teasing? Oh my dear, I am deadly serious," I said as I pulled the stem from the cherry. Pressing the cool fruit to her opening, I heard her gasp out loud as I pushed it in between her waiting lips. Kristen opened her legs wide and placed them across my back. "I can't take much more," she groaned as my tongue moved forward and probed around for the piece of fruit. Searching around, I found the cherry and sucked it along with her tender lips between mine. Holding them there for a few seconds, I released her pussy and chewed the fruit. "Very tasty Kristen," I said. "Very tasty, but I believe it needs a little something else!" "Needs? What? Oh! God! Please!" she begged. "I aim to please my young friend," I said reaching for the other cherry and the can of whipped cream. As I had earlier, I pushed the cherry between her waiting vaginal lips. Aiming the nozzle at her pussy, I pushed the top and a creamy shot of white foam spewed forth from the tip. The coolness of the cream made her tremble and she wrapped her legs around my neck. "Oh god I'm gonna cummmmmm," she groaned as she pulled my face toward her open hole. My face mashed into the sticky foam I had squirted on her pussy. Not to disappoint the girl I began to lick the cream from her lips. "Oh my god John! Oh shit! I'm cummingggggg!" she groaned as I licked the mixture of pussy juice and whipped cream from her cunt. A spasming began to take over her body as she held me tightly. I licked the sweet cream from the opening in her pussy as she held me fast. I managed to break the hold she had on me with her legs as I sucked the cherry from her beautiful lips. "No John! Please don't stop!" I swallowed the cherry. "Very tasty indeed my dear." I paused momentarily and then I spoke up. "I think there's something I forgot to do," I said rubbing my wet face. "Fucking right there's something you forgot to do you fucking tease!" she yelled as her hips writhed on the table. "I know what it was!" I said in a loud voice. "I forgot to lick the bowl!" I exclaimed as I moved my hands between her legs. My fingers moved to both sides of her pussy lips. "Oh god," she groaned as she felt me open them wide. "Yes indeed Kristen. I did forget to lick the bowl," I exclaimed as I moved my tongue to her open hole. Dashing my tongue deeply, Kristen bucked against my tongue as I pushed it as deeply into her folds as I could. Glorious was her taste as I tongue fucked her virgin hole. "Oh god! Oh shit! Fuck! Damn," she moaned as I pummeled her pussy with my tongue. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she screamed, pulling my face hard against her open pussy. I pressed my face as hard as I could against her pussy and then I sucked her clit and her pussy lips deep into my mouth, working her lips like she had my cock earlier in the day. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh my fucking god!!!!!!" she screamed as she bucked against my face. Slowly her bucking slowed down and although she continued to hold me tightly against her, I continued to gently lick her tender flower. Finally I felt her relax and the muscles in her legs finally let go of my neck. I glanced down at her honey hole that had been smeared with whipped cream and my saliva. I pushed my chair back and stood over the best desert I'd had in years. Leaning forward, once again pressing my hard cock into her leg I kissed her gently on the lips. "Oh that was so fucking great sir," she said in her southern bell accent once more. Darting her tongue out, she licked the cream from my face. "So that's what desert tastes like?" she asked and then she giggled. "Yes my dear. And now for the cleanup." I took her by the hands and pulled her up. Unsteadily, she got back on her feet and I led her to the shower. "Cleanliness is next to godliness," I said as the steaming water came from the nozzle. Although I would have loved to make love to this young girl, I didn't want to take what was Sam's God given right. So, instead after we finished our shower and dried each other off, I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom and placed her under the covers. I lay beside her and she put her head on my shoulder. "Sleep tight my young friend," I told her as she cuddled next to me. Kristen awoke me a little before daybreak with one of the most glorious blowjobs I have ever encountered in my life. She did such an expert job that I would swear that the girl was either experienced or a natural! Either way didn't matter. What did matter is that when I awoke she was gone and I longed to have her there beside me but it was not to be. Kristen and Sam's wedding went off without any problem. I shook his hand at the wedding and at the reception I did have my one last time to hold her against me. "Thank you Elder," was all she said as we danced. I gave her a fatherly kiss on the cheek and then I walked away, having had one of the most enjoyable experiences a man could have. I have thought about her many times over the years and although I lost track of her, I heard that they named their first born son John after they say a man who influenced their lives greatly. Thank you Kristen wherever you are. The Elder "I am sure John. I'm more sure than I have ever been in a long time about anything!" I raised my buttocks slightly and she pulled my boxers down my hairy thighs and over my feet. Eyes wide, she stared at my dick and then she smiled and said, "It's beautiful John!" Tenderly, her fingers made their way to the hardness that was between my legs. Lightening bolts shot through my body as I felt her hand wrap around the hardness that she had created. "Teach me John. Please show me everything! Please teach me what I need to know to be a good little cock sucker for Sam!" she said as her lips moved within inches of my blood filled head. Warm breath moved over my member as she held it in her hand. "Ok Kristen," I said. "I will teach you. I will teach you to be a great little cock sucker for Sam," I said as I stroked the length of her hair and moved my hand against her cheek. I leaned forward, cupping her chin in my hand and kissed her lightly on the forehead. Kristen smiled and her eyes danced a dance of joy as she held my rigid member. Excited, like a child with a new toy, she squeezed it tightly. I flinched at her grip and then her hand loosened its grip a little. "Be gentle my young friend," I told her as she looked up to me for direction. "The first thing you should do Kristen is to hold onto my penis gently with your fingers and just lightly touch the head with your tongue." I watched in awe as the young dark haired girl before me did as she was told. The cool softness of her tongue flicked across the head of my cock and I trembled as she gently traced a circle around the head. "Very good Kristen," I said, my body trembling with desire. Kristen continued to lick the end of my hardened prick and I wanted so bad to shoot my load all over her pretty face. I reached down and pulled her chin up so she was looking up at me. "A man likes his woman to look at him, to give him her undivided attention while she is orally loving him Kristen." Kristen nodded and her eyes looked directly into mine and darted her tongue across the head once again. "Just like that Kristen," I said approvingly. "Now the next thing you should do is to move your hand down to the base of the shaft and move your tongue gently and lovingly up and down the underside of it." Ever the good little student, she moved her hand to the base of my cock and it was all I could do to keep from cumming as I felt her tongue gently stroke the length. Pulling her mouth away Kristen smiled as if she had just passed her college exam. "Like that John?" she asked her beautiful mouth smiling. "Am I doing it right?" "Oh fuck yes Kristen," I moaned. "That is so wonderful my friend," I said as she held my cock. Kristen once again began to lick the underside of my hard cock with her sweet tongue. After several strokes, she stopped. "What now John?" she asked. "Then," I said, my voice cracking slightly, "then gently place your mouth over the end of it Kristen." Readily, she opened her sweet lips and put her mouth over the end of my cock. "Look up at me Kristen, look up at me and be careful with the teeth my dear," I said as she held it and her eyes looked directly into mine. "Now gently suck on it my dear," I said moving my hands to her hair. "Yes very good Kristen. You are so very good my sweet friend." The pressure from deep in my testicles were increasing against the base of my cock. "Squeeze the base Kristen or I'm gonna cum," I groaned. Kristen gripped the base of my cock and released it from her lips. "I'm doing good John?" she asked. "No Kristen. You are doing a wonderful job!" I said. "Keep gently stroking it Kristen. That's a good little girl," I said as she slowly stroked the length. Like a good student, Kristen waited until I further instructed her. "Ok girl, now release the pressure and then start to move your mouth as far down as you can and then move it back up to the head." Dark eyes stared directly up at me and she moved her tongue up the length of the shaft, licked the head and then she slowly. Aiming my cock directly at her mouth, I felt a rush of pleasure run over my body as her lips moved down the length of my dick. "Watch me Kristen, watch my reaction to your work. You'll learn when I am ready to cum and when I am ready, just back off and squeeze gently on the base." Bobbing her head up and down on my shaft and watching my face for any signs that I was going to shoot my load, she would momentarily stop without removing her mouth and gently squeeze the base. I closed my eyes and felt the tickling sensation of her hair on my testicles. "Oh god yes Kristen. You are such a good little cock sucker," I told her as she moved up and down the length of my shaft. "Now when you are ready to finish the job, stroke it while you're sucking on it!" I looked my young student and reached forward and pulled her hair back. Eagerly she worked on my manhood, her fingers moving up and down as she sucked. "Squeeze the shaft again Kristen!" I groaned loudly, "Squeeze the shaft or I'm gonna cum!" Instead of squeezing the shaft, Kristen began to pump harder and she began to move faster on my cock. "Oh fuck baby! Oh my! I'm gonna cum Kristen!" A great swelling moved into my balls and I saw her eyes widen and I knew that she had gotten a small shot of my cum for the first time! I moved my hips back and pulled out of her mouth. My hand reached down to her and I grasped her hand and helped her stroke the shaft. "Oh fuck Kristen. Lick the shaft girl, lick the shaft!" Instead of licking, she placed her lips on the underside and began to kiss on it and then I felt the first blast of cum squirt out of my cock. "Oh shit!" I shouted, "So long, it's been so long!" Kristen moved her mouth from my dick and cupped her free hand over the end of it. "God Kristen, it's been so long baby," I moaned as we continued stroking it in unison and the cum from my cock oozed from the tip in smaller squirts now. "Oh fuck," I moaned as I watched the sticky salty fluid come out until there was no more to give. I relaxed back but she did not release my cock. Instead, she changed hands and continued to stroke it, smearing my cum all over my shaft and feeling the thick fluid as it oozed between her fingers. "You," I breathed hard, "are so fucking," I panted, "wonderful Kristen." Kristen slid her hand up the length of my now softening cock, wiping the cum from the head. "Did I do ok John?" she asked, a seriousness coming across her face once again. Instead of answering, I leaned forward and took her under the arms and pulled her toward me. She gently placed her ass onto my lap and pulled her knees up and sat across me. Kissing her neck gently, I pulled her tight. "You did great my friend." I said as I kissed her neck." Kristen smiled and snuggled against my chest. "Thank you John, thank you so much for your help. I'm sorry I couldn't get more of it in my mouth. I'm sorry I didn't swallow John." "It's ok Kristen. You will learn my dear. You will learn with my help. That is if you want to continue these counseling sessions!" Kristen cuddled closely to my body. "Oh god yes John! I want so very much to continue this!" I leaned back and put my arms around this wonderful woman and held her and I never wanted to let go. End of part 1