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Church Tales Ch. 1

By: Jimilinden



Chapter 1: Church Virgins

The story you are about to read is true. All events and behavior are faithful accounts of past occurrences, although names have been altered to protect my ass and keep me out of court. Writer's license and humble discretion have been utilized where and when I felt it necessary to avoid embarrassment or legal action.

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My boyfriend and I originally met at church and had been going together for almost a year before I finally decided to get serious about our sexual relationship. We had parked, necked and petted till we were both so frustrated that many nights I went home with my insides in actual pain and Leo had told me his testicles ached for days after our sessions.

Because of his college expenses, Leo could not yet afford a car of his own. We were always forced to double date with one of his friends that was fortunate enough to have wheels. Most of the time we double dated with our best friends, Dotty and Chuck.

This pair of young lovers was quite dissimilar in appearance. Dotty was a perky little brown haired beauty just barely five foot tall. Hazel eyes that ordinarily danced with mischief twinkled from the depths of her cute oval face. Like many short girls she was blessed with an oversized bosom, short legs that broadened out too quickly, as they rose to her well-rounded derriere below a waist not yet rid of its baby fat. Though not really "dumpy", she probably would have to fight the "battle of the bulge" for the rest of her life.

Chuck was a tall, lanky farmboy type with a face best described as sharp featured. His nose was straight, long and almost pointed in its sharpness. A chin, pointed similar to his snout, doomed him to an evil countenance. Dark brown hair and gentle brown eyes tended to soften his resemblance to a tall spear. From his six foot two inch height he looked down on most of the world around him with amusement. He and Leo shared both similar personalities and a mutual, almost fanatical, distaste for sports.

Dotty was just tall enough to snuggle her ear to Chuck's nipples when they danced. Leo and I often wondered quietly to each other how they would fit together nude. I had even been crude enough to suggest that if Dotty was on the bottom of a missionary position encounter she could bite his belly button. Leo's answer was to suggest an impossible physical act for them involving simultaneous oral and vaginal stimulation.

We almost always went to the drive in movies where it was private and dark. These sessions accomplished two very important missions. Firstly, they allowed us to do some preliminary kissing and light fondling. And secondly, the night was fully dark by the time we left the movie and drove to the mesa above Albuquerque for some serious petting.

Unfortunately, Leo and I indulged in much more vigorous caressing than our friends (or so we thought). Though we could watch them kiss and we were pretty sure they were petting, from the back seat of Chuck's car; we could never be absolutely positive what was going on in the front seat. Since Dotty was so short and Chuck was just as exceptionally tall, we would watch her head disappear below the back of the front seat as she stretched across the cushion to meet his explorations. The longer they petted and the foggier the windows became, the less we could see of the front seat action. Dotty's moans and Chuck's labored breathing kept us well posted as to their excitement though.

Leo would slip his hands up the back of my blouse and unhook my bra almost as soon as we parked to supposedly watch the movie. Then while Chuck kissed and nursed Dotty's breasts (this much we had ascertained by sneaking an occasional peek over the seatback) I would have my own breasts stroked, squeezed and the nipples gently pinched to rock hardness.

He would continue with his hands hidden by my blouse until it was dark enough to prevent unwanted observation. Since I always wore a skirt on dates, at the earliest opportunity his hand would slip under my dress and between my knees. Leo would glide his hand up and down the tender skin of my inner thighs working his magic fingertips ever closer to the center of my sexuality. His fingers would slip under the elastic of my flimsy under garment and he would caress deep into the core of my womanhood. His ministrations would bring about an ecstatic throbbing deep inside my body and I would erupt over and over.

After we left the drive-in our usual schedule included a stop at a local restaurant where Dotty and I could "freshen our makeup". The restroom was always crowded with other girls doing the same thing and we were repeatedly amazed at the number of pairs of panties being removed or replaced. Neither of us was bold enough to remove our panties at the drive-in movie.

From the restaurant we would go to the mesa to park. While Chuck was busy driving, Dotty would turn around so she could talk to Leo and I. Leo loved to feel me up, with his hand hidden by my clothes, while Dotty was looking right at us. He would sit calmly, with his fingers buried in my now sopping fur and carry on a limited but seemingly intelligent conversation. I was almost always so hot that the best I could offer to this dialog was an occasional breathless uh-huh or huh-uh. Dotty either never noticed or was too polite to comment on my lack of participation.

Once we were parked on the secluded mesa, our evening really began. Dotty would stretch out across the front seat and Chuck would kneel on the passenger side floorboard. He could then stroke his hands over the full length of her body almost as if he were playing a piano keyboard. Though these positions obviously allowed for some very interesting action, we never attempted to look over the seatback to see what was going on. Our politeness was dictated by our anxiety to entertain our own desires.

As soon as we were sure Dotty and Chuck weren't watching, Leo would begin petting me in earnest. I'd open my blouse and raise my hips so he could slip my panties off. Then while nursing my nipples Leo would invade my vaginal canal with his ever zealous fingers. Having been fondled and felt for most of the last three hours I was always so wet that he could stick all four fingers in me. Some nights I suspect he could have slid his whole hand inside my wanton depths. (I never told him that until years later because I mistakenly believed it would turn him off if he knew how loose he was making me.)

Our front seat companions eventually told us we were making such loud sloshing noises that they were embarrassed.

We also discovered that, at least partially because of our back seat action, Dotty and Chuck had actually been actively engaged in intercourse for some time. It started one night when Chuck used his hungry tongue to bring her to an orgasm. In order to quiet Dotty he slipped on top of her to kiss her into silence. Since he had his pants off, to enable him to rub himself while he licked her, and she had her legs spread in the heat of her climax, his hard shaft just naturally slipped into her dewy opening. Once the initial mountain had been conquered, they saw no reason to resist from then on.

We of the back seat, on the other-hand, were in actuality still virgins.

Though I had touched Leo's shaft twice and he had felt of all my most private places innumerable times, neither of us had ever had full, penal penetration, sexual intercourse. Things might have continued that way if we hadn't attended the same church. 

(To this day I get a bit horny anytime I'm in a church. Leo and I share the opinion that there are few places sexier than a church. I can attribute part of my feelings to nostalgia and part to the many well dressed men who attract my lustful admiration. Leo's attitude stems from his opinion that he knows of no other place where so many women are dressed so nicely in skirts, hose and heels.)

(I can testify that Leo does love nyloned legs! Every time I wear stockings he manages to cause at least one run with his fingernails. He simply can't keep his hands off my legs when they're clothed in soft silky materials.)

When I arrived at the church Sunday evening for our young adult fellowship, Leo quietly asked me if I wanted to stay late and make out. We had done this several times previously by not calling one or the other of our parents for a ride until just before the church was locked up. Then whenever anyone offered us a ride, we would thank them, politely decline their generosity and say that our parents were on their way. 

The church building had a portico entryway with a small alcove on each side of the outside arch. Either side formed a concealed retreat from inquisitive eyes. Access to the church itself was from a half block long parking lot. By the time our parents arrived across that stretch of asphalt we always had time to straighten both our clothes and appearance.

We also made it a point to complain about the length of time it had taken them to answer our summons for transportation. I had been promised a car, which was yet to be forthcoming, when I graduated high school. Leo had sold his vehicle to pay tuition and his parents simply would not let him borrow their wheels unless he paid the additional insurance premiums. Both of us kept hoping one or the other set of parents would get tired of ferrying us around and rectify our transportation problems.

This particular evening though, neither of us had called for a ride. We assured anyone who offered transportation that we were waiting for our parents. As soon as everyone else was gone Leo picked the door latch and gained access to the building. We quickly went downstairs to the Sunday-school classroom area. These rooms were perfect for our privacy as they had doors that could be locked and no outside windows to allow light to betray our presence. 

We chose the senior-adult classroom because it had new, soft carpeting on the floor. Leo locked the door and turned to me with the most marvelous lust in his eyes I could have ever hoped for.

Without saying a word he began to undress. When I started to take my clothes off though he stopped me and asked me to wait. I had never even seen his manhood other than as a long, rigid shape in the dark, much less his unclothed body. He looked gorgeous to me. His lithe muscular frame was like a classical statue with almost no body hair and a beautiful rigid erection. He trained those seductive, hazel colored, bedroom eyes (that had thrilled me from the day I first met him) deeply into my eyes and told me that he now wanted the pleasure of exposing my body while he touched each fragment of newly naked skin.

Walking across the room to me, with his hardness leading him like a knight's lance, he drew me to him, kissed me so fiercely I literally couldn't breathe. It was the longest single kiss we had ever shared. I'm sure we must have locked our tongues together for at least three full minutes. I reveled in his taste, the deep plunging of his tongue and the soft molding our bodies together. By the time he broke the contact I was weak-kneed. I was also intently aware throughout the kiss of that same hard lance pressing against the center of my being.

Unable to stand perfectly still, I rubbed my pelvis against him like a truly wanton slut even as he probed between my lips and teeth and stroked the roof of my mouth. We both loved it and I returned his attack with my own aggressive invasion.

Leo moved back to arms length and so he could see my whole body. Then he moved just close enough to unbutton my blouse. When it was fully free he removed it from my body and began kissing my breasts above my bra. While he ran his smooth tongue down the groove of my anxious bosom he reached behind me, slid his hands under the back of my bra and caressed my shoulder blades. Kissing across my chest and around to my back he nuzzled the nape of my neck as he unfastened the hooks of my mammary support. Never breaking contact with his mouth he slipped the flimsy garment from me and returned to nursing my nipples. It felt wonderful but I wanted more!

Slipping away from me momentarily he retrieved a sleeping bag from a nearby cupboard. When I asked him how it got there, he just grinned, said he used to be a Boy Scout and was always prepared. I teased him that he had planned this episode even before he asked me. I asked him what he would have done if I had said I couldn't stay late. He just grinned from ear to ear. Sometimes I suspected him of taking me for granted. I found that I truly didn't mind a bit!

He spread the thickly padded bag on the floor and taking me by the hand lowered me down onto it. Taking off my high heels he proceeded to massage my nyloned legs from my toes to my knees. Leo told me how sexy my feet and calves were in their stockinged beauty. Still rubbing my legs with one hand he unzipped my skirt with the other and I raised my hips to allow him to remove it. As usual I had not worn panties under my pantyhose. I now lay before him with nothing on but those revealing pantyhose.

I expected him to strip this last garment from me so I could be as naked as he was. Instead, he extended his caressing of my legs from toe to crotch and back again. Then he kissed, licked and nibbled the same pattern with his mouth. Over and over he stroked, nibbled and kissed. I was soaking wet and could feel the center panel of my hose becoming saturated as my nectar flowed. I was sure now he would rip my pantyhose from my body and take my virginity. He surprised me once again by laying down on me and rubbing that steely lance against my wetness but with the nylon material between us. The tip of his rigid spear caught and then burst loose from my own erect bud each time he stroked against me. I was going crazy! I wanted him inside me! Then he kissed me and rubbed his nipples against my nipples. Back and forth, over and over! All at once I exploded with a violent orgasm. Then I knew why he had not removed my nylons. He wanted me to enjoy and experience that glorious bit of personal satisfaction before he shared my ecstasy. He may have been a virgin but he definitely had natural technique. God, did he have technique!

I again raised my hips for I was sure that he would now be ready to undress me completely. As I began to push the waistband of my hose down he stopped me. Burying his face in my streaming crotch he began to nibble my lips through the nylon. I told him I couldn't take any more and implored him to take me. Telling me how wonderfully silky my legs felt with their synthetic covering, he asked if he could leave my pantyhose on while we made love. Just as I was about to ask how he expected to accomplish that, he bit a small hole through the material. Then with his fingers he ripped the crotch of my pantyhose apart until my womanhood was completely exposed. He slithered his tongue into the groove between my sloppy wet genitalia and licked my juices until even the pubic hair on my abdomen was dripping wet.

Leo had made me cum by fingering my clit many, many times in the past. Now he stroked my stiff little bud with his tongue and every so often would nibble it gently with his teeth. I came again and he still refused to stop. Every time I thought he would take me completely he would lick up my slit with his silken tongue and I would climb to an even higher plateau of sexual arousal. My body was arching completely off the sleeping bag to meet his eager lapping. I begged him to stop but he gave me no rest till I had exploded for the eighth time. As I lay gasping from the last explosion, he mounted me again and before I realized what was happening the head of his erection was inside my oozing channel. I could feel his nipples rubbing mine as he stroked into me. His tongue slipped between my teeth and he rubbed its tip against the roof of my mouth. This exercise by itself had always excited me to impossible heights. Now it was driving me absolutely wild. My nipples were so hard I was almost in pain. Yet each stroke of his chest against mine seemed to cause them to stiffen even further. Then he slowly began to increase the pressure in the crack between my legs. His rigid shaft slid all the way into me until I could feel the tip of it stretching against the innermost depth of my sexuality. Inside of me it felt as if my womb was contracting and expanding. It seemed to shrink to make room for him and then distend to press hotly against his invasion of pleasure. It felt wonderful! It was even better than I had dreamed of!

Then he began to pull it out! Slowly he retracted the length of his shaft until only the head was in me. Just as slowly he slipped it in to the hilt again. Still kissing me he continued to stroke in and out. My flesh was on fire! He synchronized his tongue strokes with the rhythm of his hips. Each stroke of his two tongues sent shivers through my spine. The nipples of my breasts felt like they were being ripped from my torso by their roots. Never before had they been this tender! Even though I was sloppy wet, I could feel each millimeter of every stroke as he slipped his manliness in and out of my taut muscles. Though he had pushed nearly his whole hand into me before I was still so tight that he told me it felt as if I was gripping him with my clenched fist.

I finally broke the kiss and whispered in his ear that he was really and finally making love to me! AND I LOVED EVERY WONDERFUL INCH OF IT! The vocalization of my wanton desire caused his already strained member to feel as if it grew even longer. We could both feel the silkiness of my stockinged legs rubbing against his thighs as he stroked. I wrapped those legs around him so that I could thrust with him and pull him in deeper. The pressure building in his loins, as his thrusting began to increase in speed, was a palpable presence. I knew he was going to pull out just as he came so I rode with him until I felt his pressure about to explode. Just as he pulled back to shoot his life giving fluids into nothingness I clamped my thighs to his so that he was forced to fill my cavity with his hot discharge. It surprised him so much that he pushed all the way back in and then I could feel the acrid spurts of his love spraying against the very heart of me.

When he finally subsided and I released my grip on his legs he quickly rolled from me. He asked in an almost pleading voice why I had forced him to impregnate me.

I explained I wanted to really feel his passion inside me.

Then with tears in his eyes he told me that much as he loved me neither of us was ready for me to get pregnant. Though he felt it would be wonderful to be married, he went on to emphasize that we should both get our degrees before starting a family. By this time he was really crying so I told him I too had a secret.

I retrieved a small package from my purse and proceeded to inject myself with contraceptive foam. When he asked me how I happened to have a spermacide in my purse, I told him I had been carrying it around for several months. I knew it was just a matter of time until it would be needed because I HAD BEEN A GIRL SCOUT!

Leo then did something I never expected. He lay down beside me, took me in his arms and just held me. We cuddled for what seemed a long time. Our bodies entwined he stroked me softly until I drifted into a contented drowse.

Eventually Leo's arm went to sleep and I drifted up from my comfortable reverie when he shifted position. I told him I had been dreaming I was laying nude in his arms in a beautiful pasture on a warm sunny day. He said it sounded like a very wonderful idea if there were no bugs to worry about.

We laughed together, which felt both good and right. I sat up and proceeded to remove my now thoroughly saturated pantyhose. They and the sleeping bag reeked from our lovemaking but the stench did little to lessen our passion for each other. 


Church Tales Ch. 1



Leo had stretched out on the sleeping bag so now it was my turn to tease him. Just as he had, I ran my fingers up and down his legs. After a few moments I ceased their reckless wanderings and concentrated on his slightly limp rod. A few caresses and it was no longer even slightly limp.

While holding his now rock hard fullness in one hand I cupped the stones of his masculinity with the other hand. Amazingly this caused him to swell to even greater size and rigidity. Straddling his midsection I slowly guided his strongly revived tool into my once more dripping folds. When he tried to raise his hips from the bedding into my hungry vulva I told him to lie still and let me do the work. His response was to arch slightly upward so that I could enjoy the full length of his lance as he massaged my swollen nipples. We were only able to keep this up for a short while before both of us wanted more bodily contact. I leaned forward, rubbing the tips of my breasts against his, and thrust my tongue between his lips. Leo began driving his tongue and shaft into me at the same slow synchronized rate. I was breathing in rhythm with his strokes and then I realized I could feel my whole body pulsating to the same beat. The instant he increased his speed I came for another wonderfully devastating climax. Increasing his pace as his excitement mounted, Leo again expelled his fountain of life. Exhausted, we lay in a tight embrace again before we cleaned ourselves and our lovenest. It was time to quit anyway as my can of spermacide was as exhausted as Leo's baby-making equipment.

Rolling the sleeping bag tightly Leo hid it with the promise he would insure its cleanliness before someone else found it. I rinsed my pantyhose and shook them as dry as possible before donning them again. If I came home without them on I knew it would be noticed. Then we climbed the stairs back to the chapel and called for our ride home.

Despite our activities of the evening, we smooched and petted while we waited in the portico of the church. Leo had a finger buried deep inside me when we saw his parent's car turning into the wide expanse of the parking lot. Even after our wonderful experiences we were both reluctant for him to pull out. But he did and we straightened our clothes as we watched the approaching vehicle.

Leo's remarkable sense of humor obviously was inherited from his parents for the first thing they announced was that they were not planning on picking us up anymore. It was just too much trouble they told us. The end of a perfect night then came when they announced that for his birthday (only two weeks away) he was being added to their family automobile insurance policy.

Had I then known how many experiences we still had to share I would have cherished each moment of our first time even more dearly. That night was only the beginning of the most exciting and rewarding sexual lifestyle any two people could possibly experience. Our eventual complete trust of each other coupled with our devotion to providing absolute pleasure for one another has never wavered throughout the years. Jealously has never and probably never will raise its ugly head for us, no matter who or how many adventures we give to each other to share.



Church Tales Ch. 2



Chapter 2: Preacher's Daughter

The story you are about to read is true. All events and behavior are faithful accounts of past occurrences, although names have been altered to protect my ass and keep me out of court. Writer's license and humble discretion have been utilized where and when I felt it necessary to avoid embarrassment or legal action. 

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Susie, my girlfriend, lover, sharemate and fiancé had proven to be as sexually liberated as I could possibly dream of. Our mutual virginal liberation in a classroom of our church released inhibitions neither of us realized we were suppressing.

Because I now had transportation when required, we were able to consummate our reciprocal sexual insatiabilities repeatedly. More importantly than our copulation was the freedom we now had to communicate.

Susie, being an avid reader of women's magazines, led me to the realization that sexual fantasies were not only common, but also normal and expected. It didn't take us long to share the information that we were both lustfully attracted to our best friends. What took time was deciding how to convert them to our broad-minded desires.

Now that I had a car I could use there was no longer the desperate incentive to double date which had drawn the four of us together previously. Surprisingly though little changed as we soon discovered that half the fun of our shared trysts was both the companionship and the voyeurism. The only noticeable difference our loss of virginity had triggered was that now both front and back seats were engaged in fornication.

Dotty eventually challenged Susie about our gymnastics and admitted that she and Chuck had been surreptitiously watching us for the past few dates. Susie countered with the revelation that she and I had been doing the same thing previously. The girls then devised a conspiracy for the next weeks get together.

Chuck and I were deeply into (no pun intended) our evening's explorations of our dates the following week when both girls suddenly had to urinate. We were far up on the East mesa and well above the luminescence of city lights. It was a very dark, moonless night so they slipped behind the car while Chuck and I waited impatiently with our mutually concealed throbbing erections. The girls slipped back into the car's obscure blackness and immediately impaled themselves on our impatiently waiting shafts. This was something so unexpected, because normally both couples hid from each other below the level of the seat back, that Chuck and I both almost lost our rigidity. Of course because we were young neither of us was long in recovering.

Then almost simultaneously we realized something was not quite right. I heard Chuck's muffled "Susie?!?!" just as I started to pull away from my crotch-mate but was silenced and held by a strong, deep kiss. Then Dotty trailed kisses down my cheek and whispered into my ear, "Shut up and enjoy. Susie and I know what we're doing so don't you mess things up. Besides, I want to feel you fuck me. Do you think you can do that? Fuck me! Push it deep up inside me so I can feel your desire."

I couldn't have stopped then if I wanted to. I was hooked. I also was so horny I came almost immediately but so did Chuck so I didn't feel too bad.

Neither girl left the lap of her recent lover, but we all four sat up and talked for a few minutes. More correctly, Susie and Dotty talked while Chuck and I stuttered.

"God, that was fantastic. Now I know what you've been enjoying up here", Susie giggled at Dotty. Then looking at me she asked, "Any problems? Do you feel cheated or cheated upon?"

"Uh, no", I mumbled realizing that if I said yes it would sound like I felt Dotty was a gyp. "But what do we do now? Are you guys trying to tell Chuck and me that you want to change boyfriends?" I asked with more than a little bit of hurt in my voice.

"Why, would you be terribly disappointed to have me as your girlfriend?" Dotty teased me. "Is Susie better than me?"

Before I could choke on my own foot, Chuck finally found his voice and whined, "Dotty, I love you. I don't want anyone else. I thought we were going to get married?"

Now it was Susie's turn to kid a bit. "Oh, so you didn't like me, huh?"

"No! Yeah! I mean, you were great", Chuck blurted, "But I love Dotty!"

Even though Dotty was still straddling my body above a horribly flaccid member she still was able to discuss the situation quite calmly. "Susie and I just wanted to see what you guys felt like. Is it really so different than if we had traded bights of food to discover how something different might taste? That's it! We just wanted to trade with each other to sample something different. Now that I have, I think I'll appreciate and love you even more than I ever have before Chuck."

"Amen", Susie agreed. "I don't want to change anything, except how I feel. And the way I feel right now is closer than I've ever felt to any of you before."

Than she climbed over into the back seat with me and said, "I love you! I love the feel of your body when we make love. I never want to love another man as long as I live." Then just as I was feeling stupidly secure, she continued, "But I also enjoyed the feeling of 'a little bit of strange'. Is that so terrible of me? Didn't you enjoy the feel of Dotty? Does that mean you have to have a lifetime commitment to her? Couldn't you occasionally have sex with her just because you're friends and enjoy the experience of each other?

Chuck and I looked at each other and shrugged. Neither of us knew how to handle these two emotionally mature (of course we didn't recognize that analysis right then) women who both of us loved.

I tentatively mumbled, "It was kind of fun".

"What? I couldn't hear you," Dotty barked.

"It was kind of fun," I said louder.

Both girls beamed so brightly I thought the dome light had come on.

And that was the beginning of our period of sexual freedom, carnal experimentation and free love. Each of us was destined to attend different colleges so we now felt free to date and do whatever we pleased with the knowledge that we would have secure relationships awaiting us upon graduation.

I met and dated a young lady from the music department at UNM and through her began attending another church. Understand I'm not necessarily so religiously inclined that I must attend a church. My basic religion has always been sex. I do maintain though that there's no place sexier than a church. Where else can one find so many women, many of whom are quite sexually deprived, dressed up in skirts, hose and heels

Soon after I started to attend services at a this new and different denomination I met another young lady whose company I thoroughly enjoyed. We had many similar interests and attitudes. We both sang in the Youth Choir, both enjoyed the same type of church sponsored extracurricular activities and both hated sports. Though both of us were a bit shy when confronted with one-on-one relationships we were still notorious cut-ups when in a group. Many times while our peers were engaged in some type of activity that the two of us found uninviting (volleyball, ping pong, etc.), we would drift off together to walk and talk ... and scheme.

Both of us had a reputation for causing and enjoying good clean fun. We were particularly fond of causing that fun in league with our church environment. Often as our group met for youth fellowship either or both of us would have a joke, cartoon or humorous comment to share. We were also infamous for our choir loft behavior (or misbehavior). As I said before, there's no place sexier than a church and within that environment there's no better hunting grounds than the youth groups. Everybody in these groups is young, horny and assumed "trustworthy"! Heh! Heh! Heh!

The front of the main chapel in our church featured a raised stage with a lectern on each side. From the audience point of view the left podium was for the Assistant Pastor and the right podium was for the Minister. The two step high preacher's dais was a carpeted stage about twenty feet wide and eight feet deep. Behind this platform rose a white wall about ten feet tall, above which the choir was assembled in a risered gallery. Even though the church had a balcony, no one in the audience could see more of the seated choir than the uppermost parts of our bodies. 

Carolyn and I had been known to quietly pass choir books down the row; opened to pre-selected pages with paper clipped notes, which read "BETWEEN THE SHEETS". Many church hymns with those particular words added to the title, become quite risqué. Think of "He Leadeth Me", "He Is Risen", "My Savior Cometh", "The Beautiful Garden Of Prayer" or even "Onward Christian Soldiers".

Because only our head and shoulders could be seen Carolyn and I were always trying to elicit a reaction from one of the other choir members visible to the general congregation. We would try to find the most outlandish titles possible in the hopes of at least bringing a grin to someone's face if not actually causing them to conspicuously giggle. If the hymnal titles trick didn't work, on occasion we might quietly pass a piece of tightly wadded underclothing from hand to hand down the rows of pious teenage singers. Inevitably someone would have to uncrumple the bundle to see what it was. Surprisingly no one ever tattled though, perhaps at least partly because nobody wished to antagonize Carolyn, since she was the minister's daughter.

One time Carolyn, having failed to shake the troops up with anything else, pulled a bra from under her choir robe and sent it to me by hand-to-hand express. I'm quite sure her idea was to turn my face scarlet but I saw the garment coming. Thinking fast, I autographed it, handed the pen and bra to the bass sitting next to me and indicated with quiet gestures that he should sign it and send it back to the soprano section. By the time she got her underclothing back, it was quite covered with names and short irreverent messages. The youth choir was choking on their suppressed giggles and most were fighting hard to display a stoic face to the congregation.

Though we were both the type of people who touch each other as they communicate, nothing of an intimate or sexual nature had ever developed between us. We could hold hands (to assist in climbing for instance), hug at times when we came together after an absence and even bus each other's cheek with a platonic kiss when friendship allowed such a display. We had even double dated on a couple of occasions.

All this changed one evening when Carolyn was asked to lock up the church building after Sunday evening activities. Her minister father had an appointment across town and needed to leave early. Having overheard this exchange I offered her a ride home after she was through securing the building. Though I really had other plans, we were much too good friends for me to do otherwise. The pastor thanked me profusely and told me how much he appreciated a thoughtful young man such as myself.

We ascertained that everyone had vacated the structure, then we went from room to room turning out lights errantly left burning. Carolyn started at the top of the building and I began in the deepest nether regions of the basement. The church, being a fairly large building, had a sanctuary that could seat almost a thousand people. Classrooms dominated the second floor behind the balcony while the main floor contained offices under the choir loft and around the vestibule that filled the space below the balcony. The basement, where I started checking for forgotten lights, had at least thirty small rooms, a large recreational hall and a small chapel for times when the upstairs theatre was not intimate enough.

Because the upstairs, large as it was, had fewer rooms to check than the basement I was still peeking into rooms when Carolyn came downstairs. Thinking to startle me, she slipped into the small chapel, turned on the reading lamp on the podium and darkened the rest of the room. She then slipped behind some drapes that bracketed the entrance door.

Having finished with all the many small rooms, I secured the kitchen area, turned out the last of the lights in the recreation hall and proceeded to the small chapel. As I entered, the doors closed automatically behind me. Seeing that there was a very small light up front (the reading lamp) I flipped on the overhead fixtures and plodded down the aisle. No sooner had I turned off the offending little lamp than Carolyn flipped the overhead fixtures off.
I froze momentarily, then attempted to find some illumination to guide on. I thought perhaps some glow might filter through from under the entry doors. I had forgotten that I had already turned out the hall fixtures. Because the chapel was "darker than a hundred midnight's down in a cypress swamp" (to plagiarize James Weldon Johnson) I slowly turned, hoping to locate the reading light I had just extinguished. Instead my heel slipped over the edge of the steps leading up to the pulpits (this church's architect had a thing for raised daises) and I fell backward into the aisle between the first row of pews. 

The next thing I remember Carolyn was worriedly bending her pretty blonde head over me and asking if I was all right. I believe my exact answer was "Not only no, but shit no!"

At the blasphemy in the chapel her blue eyes sparkled and she quickly giggled with the mirth of a youngster doing something forbidden. "If you can still remember to swear, you'll be all right" she declared.

She then wrapped her arms around me and apologized for causing me pain. I in turn hugged her back and professed that I'd live.

We sat there, on the hard carpeted aisle, and held each other for much longer than was necessary for simple comfort. Finally she snuggled her lips against my face and whispered into my ear, "This feels pretty good!"

Since I agreed whole heartedly, I slowly kissed her cheek from earlobe to lips. When our mouths met we began a too long postponed desperate kiss. Her tongue slipped between my lips and I returned the favor by trying to extract her tonsils with the tip of my own tongue. Cuddling her from my still scrunched position placed her breast between my arm and rib cage. I gently squeezed and then whispered, "Anyone ever tell you you've got nice boobs?"

Maliciously biting my tongue she whispered back, "Only every boy I've ever dated."

"Ow," I howled. Then I sarcastically asked, "Oh, you let every one of them feel you up, huh? Hey, how come we're whispering?"

"Because we're in the house of worship and the damn place echoes!" she giggled. And who I've let play with my body is my business, Mr. Nosy Smartass!

We began to date after that night, much to her parent's displeasure. They didn't necessarily have anything against me, but since I was a year older than Carolyn (and a college man) they may have been worried for her innocence. Actually we never really had time to do anything because everytime we went to a drive-in movie her dad would check the show times and Carolyn's curfew would be just a few minutes after the end of the picture show. If we were destined for some other function, he always made sure we were part of a group. I sometimes suspected he didn't trust me.

Truly they need not have worried as much as they did. Carolyn and I were such good friends we never did more than neck; though occasionally I would pet her soft breasts through her clothing as we sat in a drive-in movie. These drive-in theaters were really a bit public for my taste. People were always walking by on their way to the snack bar or restrooms and if your windows were fogged over you could expect a knock on the glass. If you parked behind the concession stand, to avoid the walk-bys, the drive-in's rent-a-fuzz would stroll by every few minutes and each of those dedicated denizens of the law carried a flashlight.

So the small chapel at the church served nicely for our trysting ground but we were always afraid to get too involved for fear someone (her dad maybe?) might come back into the church and catch us. We were quite careful to present an attitude of studious, devout study.

One weekend a church in Sante Fe asked Carolyn's dad to fill in for their ill pastor. This gave Carolyn and I a chance to explore each other's bodies more thoroughly than usual, as we knew he would not be back until very late Sunday evening. We had also discovered that her mother possessed no keys to the church building. A sensible policy her father had initiated to prevent his wife from being rousted out to open the building for every TOM, with a DICK that was big AND HARRY (as we used to say).

Things went splendidly. I managed to strip my preacher's prize child of her blouse and bra. Then she reclined in the corner of one of the front pews while I investigated all the true magnificence of her nicely endowed chest. Her breasts were supremely proportioned with full, perfectly round areolas and the swelling erections at their tips were rock hard buds. When fully ripe, as they had now become from my attentions to them, they had to be more than half an inch in diameter. When I closed my lips around these wonderful protuberances and nursed them I discovered they were as hard as solid bone.

Carolyn couldn't receive enough of this new rapture with her naked mammaries. She laid her head back and moaned loudly with each inducement from my suckling mouth. Soon she was very quietly panting "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Since I was kneeling beside the pew on the floor, my hand just naturally slithered to the nylon surface of her knee. I rubbed my fingers over her stockinged thigh until I reached the bare skin between the top of her hose and the bottom of her girdle. As soon as I began to stroke this creamy soft white altar she clamped her knees together trapping my hand. I could no longer move my fingers up and down her thigh so I reached out with my index digit and began to stroke the crotch of her panties.

Carolyn vented her own blasphemy into the chapel air, "OH YES! SHIT! OH GOD, that feels good!" Then she moved her lovely legs apart and I slipped my fingers inside the band of her smooth, soft baby blue panties. As I moved my finger up, down and side to side within her depths she leaned forward, pulled my head to her lips and kissed me clear to the back of my throat. I continued to finger fuck her with one hand while my other hand began a rhythmic kneading of her soft firm breasts.

Calling upon the stamina of youth we continued our manipulations for over an hour. Only when we both realized we had been at the church way too long and her mother might become worried (or curious) did we cease our enjoyable interlude. I took Carolyn home and then drove to my own home playing with my throbbing, ungratified erection all the way.

The next evening Carolyn informed me, that she had told her mother, we had stopped at the Nob Hill Orange Julius for a drink after church and got to talking. She still caught Holy Hell for staying out too late on a school night. And, her father repeated the same sermon in the morning with much more gusto and overlong lectures. We vowed to be more careful in the future though we were able to enjoy new, additional, more exciting actions on our dates now.

That future was not too long in coming. Just a few weekends after our explorations in the private chapel, her father went out of town to a church convention in Dallas. Not only would he not be a threat for three whole days, but his wife went with him. This left only Carolyn's little sister at home and, since she was also dating, meant no one would be aware of our hours. We felt it would be pushing our luck to go to her house, as little sister just might come home early from a date and catch us in a compromising position. But we figured the church was a logical and now guaranteed private place for our assignations.




Church Tales Ch. 2



Friday afternoon I helped drive the good Reverend and his wife to the airport. As soon as they were safely away, Carolyn and I grabbed a couple of shakes and cheeseburgers and headed for the church. Our disappointment at finding the Boy Scouts in the building preparing for a weekend excursion was, to say the least, intense. We wandered around after the boys and the Scout Master while they packed their gear, then for the second time in one day waved goodbye as someone departed.

Now we had the whole church to ourselves without anyone likely to interrupt us. Perhaps because of the forced wait or maybe just because we were horny youth we were both so hot by the time we got to the chapel we felt in actual pain. Just to be on the safe side I wrapped a short length of chain, which I had purchased specifically for the purpose, around the panic bars of the chapel doors.

This night we both got totally naked. I nursed Carolyn's nipples to their usual randy rigidity while I fingered her unmercifully. Eventually she reached out and took my throbbing tool between her fingers. As she stroked the length of my shaft I just knew I was going to explode. I warned her of my impending eruption and she said she wanted to watch. For years she and her girl friends had talked about how a man ejaculates, but almost none of them had actually witnessed this all consuming event.

Without further encouragement I expelled a large missile of sticky white cum into her hand, up her arm and onto her stomach. She wiped the residue from her hand and arm then ran a finger through the mess on her abdomen. Scooping a bit of my cum onto the tip of her finger she touched it to her tongue. "Uggh, kind of salty" was her only comment.

I kept waiting for either more remarks or actions but that was all she said or did. Though I was a bit more experienced than my preacher's dear daughter, I didn't know what to suggest she do with the mess. Or, for that matter, how to do anything with it. So, I used my shorts to clean the rest of the spume from her body.

We went back to our fondling of each other and before long she was pleasurably moaning. She was stretched full length on the pew and would raise her hips from the hard wood and squirm against my intruding fingers as her excitement mounted. When I kissed the insides of her thighs she screamed her enjoyment so loud I was afraid the sound might carry clear to the outside of the church. I started licking the juices flowing from her and as I lapped her clit she stuffed a hand into her mouth to keep from shouting her happiness at the top of her lungs. Having heard her sing many times I could testify that she did have powerful lungs.

I used my tongue to thoroughly replace the juices trickling from her tight little crack with my own mouth waters. When I began to stroke her mons, from the point closest to her tight little asshole up to her clit over and over, she practically fell off the pew she was arching her back so high. My attack upon the hard bud of her clitoris was almost anticlimactic. All she did was pass out momentarily as she climaxed.

In order to reach her better I had slowly been climbing onto the wooden bench and was now kneeling between her wide spread legs. I'm not sure I was really planning anything. Then again I'm not sure I wasn't. I just seemed to require ever closer and closer contact as we stimulated each other. I also needed to be higher to follow her rising crotch as she was lifting her hips. When I reached a position with my knees between her broadly opened thighs she made no protest as I rubbed my bloated shaft against her dripping slit. I put my lance into the palm of the hand with which I had been fingering her dripping wet hole. For several minutes I rubbed the tip of my erection through the wetness between her lips and used its bulb to massage her clit. She was so moist and ready that I had been stroking in and out of her for several seconds before she realized that I now had both hands kneading her gorgeous chest orbs.

Startled she looked at me for a moment then pulled my lips to hers. While we kissed she began to buck faster and faster, while her legs pinioned me to her wanton crotch. My self-control evaporated immediately into the depths of her small, almost impenetrable pussy and I shot another large load of warm cum deep inside the hidden wonder of her tight passage.

When we could breath again Carolyn cooed, "Fantastic! Can we do it again? I think I can get hooked on that."

Smiling at her pleasure, I asked her, "Uh. I don't suppose you're on any kind of birth control, are you?"

Her face turned a sickly shade of greenish white as she answered, "Oh God! No! Oh shit! Damn, you got me so excited I forgot all about getting pregnant." Then as the tears began to come she continued, "My parents will kill me. "

Kissing her I calmed her down and introduced her to foam spermacide. Not only was she not familiar with such a product, she thought the only preventative for pregnancy was a rubber. A product she had heard of, but was totally ignorant of exact details. I gave her a quick lesson on various contraceptive methods, all of which her parents had failed to teach her about. Then I eagerly injected the creamy froth of the contraceptive deep into the same cavities I had so recently vacated.

Now that she felt protected, Carolyn wanted more of the penetration she had just enjoyed. We screwed almost continuously for the next six hours. Only later did I consider the possibility that perhaps I was not actually the first male to penetrate the wonders of her depths. When I thought back, I realized she accepted my manhood awfully well for it to be a first time experience.

Because of our lack of fear of interruption we didn't leave our private cubbyhole until after three in the morning. Fearing her little sister would make a fuss about her getting home at almost four in the morning, Carolyn and I walked the last half block to her house and snuck quietly in the back door. We needn't have bothered. Little sister was not home yet herself.

We took advantage of her absence and made out for another hour.

I slipped back to my car and was just getting ready to quietly coast away when I noticed another car across the street from where I had been parked. Because the windows on this car were completely fogged I suspected it wasn't there just because there were no parking spaces somewhere else. I couldn't see in, but the occupants couldn't see out either. The noises coming from within the car though left little doubt as to what was happening. I could hear rhythmic moans, cadenced panting and the vehicle was rocking slightly on its springs. Somehow I didn't suspect an earthquake had quietly shaken Albuquerque.

Not bothering to be quite so quiet as I had been before, I hustled back to the house and brought Carolyn to the subject vehicle with me. She quickly identified it as her little sister's boyfriend's car. Being the evil pair that we had always been, we couldn't resist a bit of fun. I coasted my car up close to the boyfriend's auto and plugged my hand held spotlight into the cigarette lighter.

"All right in there" I said in my most authoritative voice, "Open the door and come out with your hands up. NOW!"

Of course much scrambling from the interior of the foggy windowed car followed this, so I continued "Open this door now, or I'll shoot the window out".

Carolyn was cracking up.

The door slowly opened and I immediately shone my spotlight in the kid's eyes. Two jaybird naked teenagers exited the vehicle with their hands trying to cover of much of their nudity as possible.

"Put your hands on top of the car and spread your legs. Assume the position! NOW!" I barked at them.

Both reluctantly complied and I, with the light still blinding them, said "My partner will now frisk you for weapons. Do not lower your hands or move in any way unless you want to get shot. This was ludicrous. There was no place, other than inside their bodies; either of them could have been hiding a weapon. 

Carolyn quickly caught on to what I was doing and ran her hands over loverboy's shoulders, down his sides (purposely tickling a bit I suspect), up his legs until finally she gave his balls and dick a thorough inspection. Then she carefully relieved me of the spotlight so the kids wouldn't realize it had changed hands. I gave the same thorough scrutiny to her sister as Carolyn had given to the boyfriend. Little sister Cindi had just as fabulous body as her older sibling.

HEREHERE

When I slid my finger deep up into her tight little love hole I think she began to suspect something wasn't right about the situation. On the other hand she was still hoping to avoid being dragged downtown and subsequently turned over to her parents. To avoid such complications she evidently figured she could put up with a bit of improper search procedure.

I nodded to Carolyn and she turned the light out. When their eyes adjusted to the dark again a momentary flash of anger offset the relief on the youngster's faces. Before they could get out of hand though, Carolyn very authoritatively ordered them both to get in the car and drive to her house. She then reached into their vehicle and confiscated their clothing. Giggling, we followed them up the driveway in my car.

The scene in the kitchen was something I wish I could have filmed. Both Cindi and her boyfriend Eddy were sitting at the table totally naked. I had brought their clothing but before they could even ask for any, I tossed the garments out into the laundry room. Cindi wanted to at least put her panties on but Carolyn yelled at her to forget it. The poor little girl was so scared of what her big sister was going to do, or tell, that she complied without question.

Of course Carolyn and I were cracking up because we realized that had the younger couple arrived just a bit earlier it could have been us caught instead of them. We had worked together too long though, to let our mirth show. Our faces were as stern and unforgiving as they really should have been. Of course Carolyn had years of watching her dad to know how to act like a domineering asshole. (Needless to say I didn't share that insight.)

I wasn't too sure what big sister was up to at this point either, but I really didn't care. I was enjoying looking at Cindi too much to interrupt whatever Carolyn had in mind.

"Just what did you think you were doing out there?" Carolyn demanded.

Eddy started to answer but was cut off with a gruff, "No one asked you!"

Cindi hung her head and mumbled something to quietly for anyone to hear.

Carolyn was not going to let her get away that easily. She demanded that her sister speak loudly enough for us all to hear what she had to say.

Glaring at Carolyn, Cindi stated, "We were making love".

"Oh, bull shit!" roared Carolyn. "You were fucking! Weren't you? That's not love. That's just plain old lust! What do you think dad's going to say when he finds out about this?"

Cindi started to argue, then thought better of it and pleaded with Carolyn not to tell their parents.

Now that was dirty pool. I knew there was no way she was going to tell her parents what we had stumbled across. If for no other reason than that they might ask what I was still doing at the house at four in the morning.

"All right. That's better," Carolyn continued in a much calmer voice. "What were you using for protection?"

"We had the doors locked," Eddy stated in a hushed voice.

"You had the doors locked," echoed Carolyn. "Didn't do you much good, did it?" she scathingly scolded him. "Besides, that's not what I'm talking about".

They both looked at her with pathetically obtuse stares.

Carolyn slowly and calmly now said, "My question was not about how you expected to not be caught. What I'm asking is, what are you doing to keep from getting pregnant?"

"Oh, I just had my period," Cindi blubbered. "It's the wrong time of the month for me to get pregnant."
Carolyn walked over and gently banged her head against the wall. Turning back to her sister she asked, "Do you know what that type of birth control is called?" Then before Cindi could answer she continued, "It's called the rhythm method! You know what they call people who use the rhythm method of birth control?" 

Cindi just shook her head to her sister's apparent anger.

"They're called parents!" Carolyn shouted at her.

"All right, come over here and set up on the counter," Carolyn instructed her sister.

Pulling a chair from under the table, Cindi dutifully climbed up onto the kitchen counter. Carolyn went to her and none too gently pushed her knees wide apart. I loved the view.

Carolyn began to lecture Cindi on the various methods of contraception. I was both amazed and pleased to realize she had practically memorized every word I had told her earlier. Either that or she already knew as much as I did. Nah! No way!

Then to my delight, knowing how little Carolyn actually knew about birth control, she told me to hand her the spermacide. She sounded like she had been using the tube all her life and handled it like a pro. First she filled the applicator, then with an evil little grin shoved it slowly into Cindi's vaginal canal. When it was all the way in, she quickly pushed the plunger through the barrel causing Cindi to cringe away from the sudden cold invasion of her warm depths. Since I had taught Carolyn the use of this device only hours before, I found the whole performance quite amusing. Only with great difficulty did I maintain a straight face.

Eddy watched this little drama with avid interest. Particularly the part where Cindi spread her gorgeous little legs wide. As I looked at him, I realized he had an unfortunately massive hard on. I say unfortunate, because his dick was obviously much larger than mine. Actually he was bigger than any guy I had ever seen (not that I go around examining guys to see how big their dicks are). I noticed Carolyn staring at his enlarged member also.

By now everybody was pretty much calmed down and the two younger members of our gathering were beginning to see the humor of the stunt we had pulled on them. Eddy popped off something about literally having the shit scared out of him and Cindi joked that she had clamped her legs so tightly closed she didn't think she'd ever get her knees apart.

I looked at Carolyn and she looked at me. We knew each other well enough to read each other's evil intentions.

I walked over to Cindi and apologized for frightening her. As I stroked her naturally blonde soft fur I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "There! Now doesn't that feel better?"

She tried to pull away from me but I already had her clit firmly held between my thumb and finger. As I stroked the hard tip of her small bud, she moaned and said, "You better stop or Eddy's libel to bonk you".

"I don't think so," I crooned in her ear. "Look over there," I said as I moved out of her line of vision.

Carolyn had Eddy down on the floor and was already riding his huge member. He had his eyes closed and was obviously not about to "bonk" anybody. His body was rigid with sexual appetite as he pistoned up and down in time with Carolyn's movements.

Cindi was so busy watching her sister and her boyfriend fuck that she didn't even notice when I slipped my again rigid member into her quite slick tunnel. When she did become aware of what was happening to her body, she began to rock back and forth upon her cupboard perch in time with my strokes. I gently squeezed her little pointed nipples until they seemed rigid enough to poke holes in anything she pressed them against. I nursed and nibbled them 'til they got harder still. By this time her short little five-foot frame was almost completely off the counter and she had her legs wrapped around my waist, riding me like a bronco. I lifted her against me, carried her to the dining room carpet, laid her down on the soft material and began to pound deeply into her. I'm proud to say that at that point she ceased to watch the others.

It was almost nine in the morning before we were all sexually fulfilled. Then Eddy and I left the girls to sleep while we grabbed a bite of breakfast. Over our food, we discussed what had happened.

Our wondrous experience had taken place at a time when monogamy was the normal scheme of things. That applied to dating couples as well as old married folks. Eddy had never even considered having sex with anyone besides Cindi unless and until they were no longer a couple. He was full of questions (most of which I really didn't know the answers to) such as, "Did everyone in college change partners so indiscriminately?" I told him that only a special few were mature enough to share (God, what a bullshitter I was!)

Then he wanted to know how many girls I had fucked and did all of them swap partners like Carolyn. Neither of these questions was pertinent to the four of us, I told him. Also my sexual history was my business. I was not one to "kiss and tell".

He digested this bit of information and then seemingly without a breath he excitedly asked where I got the "can of rubbers" and did it really work. I corrected his terminology and told him most drug stores, especially in the area of the university would have what he foam spermacide.

"Like where?" he persisted.

Like the pharmacy at Nob Hill, or the one out where Ridgecrest comes into Gibson by Lovelace Clinic I told him. "Hell," I continued, "I'm not a pharmaceutical directory." (I hoped the big word would either scare him off or at least impress him) "Try the one down on Central across from the University Park, or the one by the Triangle, or if you're in the Northeast Heights there's one at Lomas and San Mateo, another out in Hoffmantown and yet another out by Princess Jean Park. There's drug stores all over and they all carry any number of different contraceptives. And I can guaran-damn-tee you that they're only too happy to quietly help you rather send you out to get your girlfriend pregnant.

Since he still looked a bit lost or maybe just dazed with all his new found knowledge I stuck my neck out and asked, "Where 'bouts do you live?"

"Oh I live with my parents out on Rio Grande Boulevard," he answered.

I now had to reevaluate my new acquaintance. Rio Grande tends to be either slums or mansions. Considering his wheels, I suspected he wasn't from one of the lower income areas. Before I could stick my foot to deeply in my mouth by asking where exactly, he solved any doubts I had by saying, "Yeah, my dad breeds horses out by Corrales." (Shit, we had to be looking at half a million-dollar property value alone here, plus the horses)

I just smiled like it was everyday I ate breakfast with the moneyed elite. Especially since I had just spent the last four hours screwing the Bejesus out of his girl friend.

By the time our food was consumed Eddy had a dazed look in his eye from all the information he had received and his own fantasies. Much of what I had told him was just plain crap because in actuality I was no more knowledgeable than he was. There was no way though I was going to let a kid two years behind me know I was less than an expert! Even if he was filthy rich compared to my straits. When he finally left in his car I couldn't help but wonder what sort of a monster I had loosed.

That afternoon I picked up Carolyn and we sat in a drive-in munching cheeseburgers and fries while we guzzled Pepsi Cola and reminisced about the previous evening and morning. I had one burning question I was dying to ask her but was afraid it might ruin our evening if I got too nosy. Fortunately Carolyn rescued me by inquiring, "Can I ask you a personal question?" As I nodded in the affirmative she continued, " I don't want you to get mad, but I just gotta' ask. Was that your first time?"

I wanted to grin from ear to ear because that was my question, but I forced a mock serious expression onto my face. "Now sweetie you know a gentleman never 'kisses and tells'. How would you like it if I told someone about us?" I teased.




Church Tales Ch. 2



"I'm not asking who. I just want to know if you've ever had sex before."

That was too good a straight line to resist, so I teased again, "Of course! I've been dating Susie thumb and her five sisters since I was eight years old."

"All right, Smartass," she snapped back. "Tell me the truth without making a joke of it, or I'll pour my drink in your lap."

"Tell you what I'll do. I'll trade you. I'll answer any question you ask me, truthfully for the next hour, if you'll do the same for me," I countered.

She quickly came back with, "Deal! Now answer my question."

"No, that was not my first time," I told her.

"I didn't think so," she mused. Then my dear friend went on to save me the embarrassment I had worried about earlier by saying, "It wasn't the first time for me either". And after a short pause she asked very quietly, "Does that ruin it for you?"

"Carolyn, if we weren't surrounded by cars and people, I'd rip the clothes from your body, right here, and show how much it matters to me," I answered with a randy leer. Just to emphasize the point I slipped my hand up her skirt and fingered her right there in the drive-in.

After a moment she pulled away and suggested we, "Get the hell out of here". I almost wrecked the car as I pulled into the street because right there, in the front seat of the car, on busy Lomas Boulevard, Carolyn slipped her panties off and poked them down the front of my pants. The soft, silky feeling of her slightly wet panties rubbing against my dick had me hard as a rock by the time we reached the church.

Saturday night is almost always dead at a church building. This time we lucked out and it was a normal night. There wasn't a soul close to the church nor a car in the parking lot when we arrived. I let Carolyn out close to the building and parked the car at the far back corner of the lot. Church members often used this location when they required a short term parking arrangement or church activities took them away by other transportation. 

We practically ran to our little love nest in the downstairs chapel Carolyn had only her skirt and shoes on and the rest of her clothing in her hands by the time we arrived. I secured the doors and when I turned around even the shoes were gone. She stood before me in beautiful nakedness.

I dropped clothing all the way to the where she stood.

"Don't fool around. Just shove it into me," she pleaded. "I'm absolutely on fire I'm so hot," she breathlessly whispered as she pushed me back and mounted herself astraddle of my thighs. I was rock hard from the stimulation of her panties against my shaft all the way from the drive-in. Her pussy was drenched with love juice and when she lowered herself, my shaft impaled her immediately. We fucked and petted and ministered to each other for the next couple of hours. Then Carolyn said, "Let's get out of here. I've got an idea!"

I was reluctant to cease our enjoyment, but reached for the closest pieces of my clothing. Carolyn stayed my hand and said, "Come on. I want to show you something".

A bit hesitantly I followed her from the basement chapel, still stark naked, up into the main sanctuary. I was nervous as hell but she said not to worry. It was too late for anyone to be coming back into the church this night. The only person who ever came to the building on Saturday night was her father when he was finalizing a sermon. And he was out of town!

We walked naked, right down the center aisle of the darkened room. At the front Carolyn turned on the small reading lamp over the Assistant Pastors lectern. The she led me over to her father's side of the platform.

"Feel how soft the rug is up here." she directed. "It was just installed and it's got an extra thick padding to muffle sound."

She was right, of course. The floor felt almost like we were standing on a bed. The under padding was thick like an upholstered couch and the almost white carpet was extra soft. Shortly we were no longer standing.

I was in the middle of plumbing Carolyn's most inner depths when we heard the distinct sound of a door closing somewhere in the building. Frozen in panic, like deer in a light beam, we held our collective breaths. We could now hear footsteps on the tiled floor of the hall outside the sanctuary. There was no place to hide. The whole front of the chapel was exposed and it was too far to either the pews to hide under them or to any door to escape. All we could do was huddle behind the Ministers pulpit and hope the intruder would leave.

The heavy door at the rear of the sanctuary open with a fatalistic screech and clanking. We crowded deeper into the small cavity formed by the hollow under the lectern. Only our youthful slim figures allowed us to fit into the small space. It was almost like when a bunch of people "crammed" a phone booth. Our bodies were totally entwined. My knees were drawn up against my chest with my back against the wood on one side and my shins against the other. Carolyn sat in the virtually non-existent crotch of my lap with her knees in my armpits and her head bent against my shoulder. We breathed in silent, shallow gasps and hoped whomever was in the chapel would leave without coming up onto the rostrum.

At that moment we heard and felt the heavy footstep of someone mounting the stage where we were hidden.

Then her dad mumbled, "Huh! Who left the light on?" We listened as he continued talking to himself, "I'll have to ask Carolyn if she locked up last night," he muttered as he turned out the light. "She needs to quit thinking so much about boys and be more careful of her responsibilities." We could then hear him still mumbling to himself as he walked up the aisle. After an eternity the doors finally closed as he exited the chapel.

Neither of us moved until we heard his car start up outside. It seemed to take us forever to get out from under the podium. Our bodies were so intertwined we kept getting limbs locked and tender spots poked as we tried to unarrange our cramped positions. To this day I wonder if we could again fit into that tight wooden box even if we still had our youthful skinny figures.

"What the Hell's your dad doing here?" I demanded. "We put him on the plane hours ago and he's supposed to be in Dallas".

"Shit, I don't know. I better get home and find out," Carolyn worriedly said.

"Oh God! Do you suppose he went downstairs and found our clothes in the little chapel?" I practically whined.

"I don't think he'd have been so calm up here if he had," Carolyn answered.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," I said. "If he'd have found our clothes he'd have been raising Holy Hell till he found us." Then I joked, "I think I just had a near death experience!"

"If he'd found us we'd both have had near death experiences," she joked back. "Let's get outta' here. I don't know about you, but my moods kinda' ruined. I don't feel sexy right now and I'm worried why my dads back in town."

We hurriedly dressed and headed over to her house.

Her parents were their usual polite, friendly, wary selves when we went in. They told us that when they got to Dallas their hotel reservations had been messed up. They spent an extremely uncomfortable night at the Dallas/Fort Worth Airport. Unable to find other accommodations, without renting a car and traveling clear across town (not an option on his salary) they exchanged their tickets and flew back home. He mentioned he had stopped past the church building to make sure everything was secure. No mention was made of the errant reading lamp and surprisingly neither Carolyn nor I mentioned it. Both of us habitually suffered from "hoof in mouth" disease, so it was a miracle we kept our silence.

After such a close call we shifted our trysts to a much more secure out of the way classroom buried behind another outer classroom and deep within the basement of the church building. By locking and blocking both room doors we felt much safer from intrusion. Particularly since I had the lock to the inner classroom rekeyed and possessed the only key.

Carolyn and I continued to date and enjoy each other's bodies, as well as others, throughout our college years. Eventually we both married other people but were still so close we attended each other's weddings.

We still keep in touch and occasionally Carolyn and her husband, and my wife and I get together for a little fun and games. Fortunately we no longer have to hunt so hard for privacy as we did in the days of our wanton church escapades.



Church Tales Ch. 3



Chapter 3: Preacher's Son

The story you are about to read is true. All events and behavior are faithful accounts of past occurrences, although names have been altered to protect my ass and keep me out of court. Writer's license and humble discretion have been utilized where and when I felt it necessary to avoid embarrassment or legal action.

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The land of fruit and nuts surrounded me as far as my eyes could focus. To the west I could barely make out the ocean through the murky smog. North, South and East offered only short vistas before the ever confining Los Angeles haze descended to roof top level creating a forlorn horizon of gray on gray. Having arrived in the city of the angels only three days past, I had been fortunate enough to find a church and a few new friends who knew the area. They enthusiastically told of the wonderful views available from the top of Griffith Park. They forgot to mention that those views were only available on the rare days the L.A. basin was free of overhanging weather inversions (whatever the hell that meant). To the Northeast (I think) I could faintly see the famous "HOLLYWOOD" letters plastered upon a hillside. They were almost as disappointing as had been Niagara Falls when I had viewed that famous nothing several years previous.

I suppose living in the truly beautiful and majestic parts of our great land have spoiled me to the subtle beauties of other localities. No amount of water dribbling over a little precipice can compare with the grandeur of the Royal Gorge, the Black Canyon Of The Gunnison or that boring big hole in the ground known as the Grand Canyon. How could any collection of man-made lettering, spelling out the name of a decaying city, compare with our own Sandia Crest, with its majestic mile high upward sweep dominating the whole Eastern skyline of Albuquerque. Thank the gods I'm open minded and not biased.

I'd settled into a small apartment in Culver City and had only a short drive to my pre-nursing classes at Santa Monica City College. My scholarship barely paid enough to cover my basic living expenses for the first two years of my education. If I succeeded in graduating from junior college, then all my expenses would be covered till I received my degree. The Fraternal Order of Eagles, to which my deceased father had belonged, was generous to a fault, but demanded results.

Being a young girl, alone in a truly monstrous city, was more than a bit intimidating. I had located a Methodist church close to my apartment the first Sunday I was in town in the hopes of finding "safe" friends. Though not a "country bumpkin", Albuquerque was still not large enough for me to feel "cosmopolitan" or secure in the sea of people that constantly bustled and boiled about the Los Angeles basin.

After our parents' fatal automobile accident, my brother Frank and his wife had taken me into their home when I was twelve. I missed their security and I definitely yearned for my fiancé Leo. He probably would have felt just as lost as I, but his arm around me would have given me strength and made me feel safer. But, he was back home at UNM so I was stuck with making new acquaintances where I was. And, I was horny!

The second week I attended services at my new found church home I got up early enough to go to Sunday school as well as the regular eleven o'clock worship service. I discovered a whole bevy of new and exciting people my age. Several young ladies my age were willing to befriend a lost soul from the Rocky Mountains. Much more importantly though, there were a number of unattached young studs just looking for a new challenge. I was more than willing to fill that role and we would see who challenged whom.

That evening I attended a meeting of the young adults and discovered Brad. He looked amazingly like my Leo though I didn't realize it at the time.

Leo had kidded me for years that there was no sexier place than a church. Of course his hypothesis was that no where else could a man find so many women in skirts, hose and heels. My personal observation, with which I loved to tease him, noted the number of male figures not hidden by casual clothing. Men dressed in well fitting suits with nicely tailored pants drawn tight across their taut buttocks and with obvious bulges in the front of their crotch areas did wonders for me.

Brad was blessed with a very noticeable bulge.

The other young ladies of my newfound group seemed quite oblivious to his attributes. His shyness and his parentage overshadowed any charms he might possess. For you see, Brad was the minister's son. Any and every time anyone saw him he was totally involved in some type of religious endeavor, usually at the instigation of his father.

I'd known a few ministers' kids and usually they tend to be a bit wild if anything. I had never met one who was truly pious. I decided right then and there to find just how pure our preacher's son really was. When I wrote Leo of my mission, he asked for all the dirty details. He wanted pictures, or videos if possible, but definitely an explicit synopsis of my adventures. There are times when I can't believe my good fortune of his love for me. Not only is he not a jealous asshole, but he truly enjoys hearing about and vicariously sharing anything or anyone that brings me pleasure.

The first step in my campaign was to get Brad to notice me. He was polite and quite helpful, as he would be to any new member of his father's congregation, but he paid me no greater heed than anyone else. He was also almost impossible to isolate from the rest of the group. Every time he and I had even a short moment alone someone would interrupt us or Brad would have to rush off to take care of some church task.

I broadly hinted for him to ask me out but he needed more than just a hint. He needed a two by four across the nose just to catch his attention. With that in mind I twice showed up sans bra making sure he had ample opportunity to peek inside my blouse. A pointless move for I had forgotten that one of the worst paying occupations in L.A. is probably bra sales. Allowing him several beaver shots of my pantyless crotch had no better results. He had been in the Southern California school system far too long for a bit of open skirt to even cause him to raise his head.

Finally, taking the bull by the horns (not what I had in mind to grab), I appealed to his vanity and regional knowledge by asking him if he would show me around the city. The first thing he did was to bring a whole briefcase full of maps and brochures from his dorm room to the next church meeting and set me down as if I were a zealous disciple of the city's lore.

I was reminded of the old quip about asking a computer nerd the time of day. By the time he finishes teaching you how to build a clock, you will no longer give a damn what time it is.

The following Thursday was a school holiday so we began our tour with a trip to Griffith Park. I bit my tongue and listened attentively as he pointed to various points of gray, viscous air and told me what was hidden in the smog. I even managed a bit of awe at the "HOLLYWOOD" sign. We then toured the Live Steamer's railroad system and the Griffith Park Zoo next door. After that he took me somewhere (East I think) to some beautiful botanical gardens. Then we hurried back across downtown rush hour traffic (that's a joke, son) to the Santa Monica cliffs to watch the sun settle into the ocean.

We grabbed a quick sandwich at the Sonic on Sepulveda and before I was anywhere near ready to call it a day, Brad dropped me at my apartment. With a quick wave of his hand and a happy "See you about seven tomorrow morning", he roared into the evening dusk and left me to my television and vibrator.

Seven o'clock the next morning he was ringing my doorbell. I groggily followed him to his wheels and curled up on the passenger's bucket seat. Have you ever tried to nap comfortably on the front bucket seat of a classic Mustang? Don't!

This day, Friday, we headed for Knot's Berry Farm. All I knew about the place was they sold excellent though expensive jam and jelly products. My excitement knew no bounds.

As a matter of fact I found the day quite interesting. The whole complex is set up similar to an amusement park. They have rides, concessions and many antique displays. We walked, gawked, nibbled and ate until after sundown. By the time we finally nosed the car toward my little apartment I felt my legs had shortened by at least two inches. This time though I was not planning on letting him feed me a sandwich and then dump me.

Before he could ask the inevitable "What sounds good to eat?" I short-circuited his strategy by telling him I had dinner ready for him at my place. To answer his apprehensive perplexity I explained I had put a roast in the crock-pot that morning because I didn't know how late we might be. I also insisted he had to help me eat it, as it was too much for me to consume alone.

Once inside my apartment I plied him with a bit of apple wine which, though he insisted he didn't drink I convinced him was not much different than cider. Not having any proper wineglasses, I was forced to serve his wine in a regular ten ounce drinking glass (I say forced because you see, I didn't have anything bigger). While I set the table, fixed a salad, slipped out of my bra and began putting the meal on the table Brad sat on the divan and examined the picture album I had "accidentally" left on the coffee table. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him flip quickly past a couple of pages about halfway through the book. When he surreptitiously kept a finger at their location I knew he would examine my nude photos just as soon as I stepped back into the kitchen out of sight. I not only exited out of sight but also slipped out the other side of the kitchen and watched him in the bedroom's vanity mirror, which reflected the full-length hall door mirror, which was focused on the couch. He seemed to enjoy the pictures so I remained out of sight as long as I possibly could. I also kept up a running conversation from the kitchen so he would know I wasn't about to suddenly step back into the dining room.

As he sat down for supper, I refilled his wineglass without asking and began to tell him how nice it was to have company. We finished our meal making normal small talk and then retired to the living room where I served him cherries jubilee. He had never previously seen burning ice cream and was suitably impressed. Our legs and hips brushed as we balanced the desert dishes on my narrow sagging couch and I managed to lean far enough forward for my blouse to expose my naked chest. Brad was again thumbing through my photo album, being careful not to open to the compromising middle pages and discussing scenic background shots of Albuquerque rather than the subject matter of the pictures. Peeking carefully between the binder and his slacks I also realized he was covering a suspicious lump in his lap. I knew then that my blouse was exactly where I wanted it to be. That was all the encouragement I needed.

"Brad, I noticed earlier you found those photos I had taken of me without my clothes on. I'm sorry if that embarrassed you because I'm certainly not ashamed of my body", I said. "I don't think my figure is anything out of the ordinary, but I do think it's acceptable and not badly proportioned. Don't you agree?"

Blushing a brilliant red he tried to stutter something but couldn't get his tongue to work and only managed an incoherent, "Uh ..."

"Wait, that's not fair. No matter how you answer that you're doomed, aren't you? How about if I ask you a different question?"

"Uh..."

"You've lived in California all you life so far, haven't you?"

"Yeah", he mumbled

"O.K. then. You've been looking at girls boobs for years then, right?"

"Well ..."

Quickly I stood, lifted my blouse over my head and stood proud, straight and topless before him. "Are my breasts alright? I mean, they're not too small are they? Obviously they're not too large, but are they good enough to pass as California Beach Girl material?"

Brad stuttered from his blazing red cheeks, "Oh WOW! Yeah! You're fabulous!"

"Well you don't act like you like me", I said with a fake pout. "I'd really like to for you to kiss me, but I don't want to force myself on you. And I don't want you thinking I'm some sort of really bad girl, just because I'm from a small town.

Before he could pull away again, I leaned forward so that my breasts hung right before his eyes, put my hands on his shoulders and then lowered my mouth to his. Gently pressing my lips to his I modestly kissed him (if you can call a bare breasted kiss modest). I pulled back, pressed my cheek to the side of his face and whispered in his ear, "I liked that. May I kiss you again?" 

His eyes were goggled open so wide I was afraid his eyeballs might pop out of their sockets. As I drug my lips across his cheek toward his lips he moaned, "Oh please! I liked that too! Yes! Please, please kiss me again."

Pressing our mouths more firmly together than the first time I put my hand behind his head, pulled him to me and tickled his lips with just the tip of my tongue. He immediately responded by thrusting his tongue between my lips and sensually stroking the roof of my mouth. 

I lifted his hands to my hardening nipples and wound my own soft tongue around his probing oral digit. When his fingers began to stroke my breasts I could feel a uniquely feminine flutter of butterflies deep inside the lowest portions of my abdomen. The lips of my vulva were so wet they kept sliding against each other with every little movement of my body.

He went rigid for a moment then gradually relaxed into the kiss. At first he moaned a high pitched whine from deep in his throat then he returned my tongue explorations with a fervor that surprised us both. His hands were squeezing my breasts so hard it hurt but it also felt too good to tell him to stop. I eased forward onto the couch and straddled his lap. Then I unfastened his shirt and pressed forward until my sensitive breasts touched the thick curly hair on his chest. Then it was his turn to groan.

Without breaking our nipple contact I raised my hips from his lap and whispered in his ear to slip my panties off. He got them to just below my knees and then while his fingers probed my moist lips I worked the flimsy garment completely off and kicked them out of the way. Lowering my now naked crotch to the front of his slacks I rubbed up and down on the granite like ridge I could feel below me.

While the sweat beaded on his forehead Brad moaned and yet still giggled as he asked, "Are you trying to seduce me?"

"Not any more", I teased back. "I think we're well past that, don't you?"

"Well, maybe", he answered. "But I don't have any protection."

"I do", I assured him. "I'm on the pill. That doesn't bother you, does it?"

By way of answer he pushed his pants and underwear out of the way in one swift motion and raised his strong erection directly into my more than willing receptacle. I rode him to a swift climax then settled happily down onto his still pistoning thighs and crushed my chest to him once again. As he began to tire I slipped off of him, took his hand and led him to the bedroom. My cast off clothing marked a trail behind us as we walked. Once by the bed, I held his hands to prevent him from removing his own garments.

A nibble on his earlobe followed by my tongue lapping deeply into his hearing channel as I whispered, "Let me undress you. I want to expose you like a beautiful Xmas present." Slowly removing each article of his apparel I kissed the patches of skin as they appeared. When he was wearing only a smile I stretched out on the top of the bedclothes, spread my legs wantonly and held my arms out to him.

His acceptance of my invitation could possibly be described as a swan dive. He drove completely into my depths in one bouncing stroke and then began to pummel my eager chasm as if he was trying to pound it closed. Happily he was not successful and I loved every pounce. I had already cum twice when I felt the sinews of his groin tighten in preparation for his explosion. Scissoring my legs around him I dug my heels into the center of his back, drained every drop from his testicles and then pumped him until he begged for mercy. Telling him I would show no mercy, nor take any prisoners, I held him locked in my embrace while his bloom of manhood dwindled to a flaccid weed.

Brad proved to be a very gentle lover. Since he had already entered my holiest of holes he now began a systematic oral examination of my body. His tongue explored my anatomy from the tips of my ears to the ends of my toes. Not until I was so wet that he could feel the bedspread soaking with my juices did he enter me again. Then he ploughed me with all the wonderful stamina of youth. I lost count of my orgasms but I counted six times he filled me so full of his wonderful hot bounty that my vaginal cavity could not hold it all. By the time he left after three the next morning we were both so sticky and smelly we wouldn't have been able to stand each other had we not shared in the accomplishment of our mutual degradation.

Saturday morning Brad arrived to take me on a drive Northward up the coast. When I answered the door with only a smile on my face our plans changed quickly. We spent the day naked in my apartment and I do believe we christened every available surface with love juices. When he left that evening he looked as if he had run a marathon race and I was so sore I slathered my magic salve (Preparation-H) all over the outside and inside of my raw red lips.

The following morning I couldn't resist teasing Brad at sunday school by publicly thanking him for showing me about the city. With a lecherous wink I gushed how much I had enjoyed the past three days. Brad rewarded me with a cherry red glow that made my day. As we exited the classroom he held me back for a moment and whispered that I was a nasty, naughty little girl. I stole a quick kiss and let him cop an even quicker feel of my pantyless crotch, then swished up the stairs to the sanctuary.

I sat through the incessantly boring service with a couple of other young ladies from our group and was rewarded afterward by Brad hovering near the front doors of the church waiting for me. He nonchalantly asked if I would like to see some more of the city and I quickly agreed.

Excusing myself I said I needed to visit the ladies room before we left. Then I impatiently waited twenty very boring minutes before coming out. As I had hoped everyone except Brad had by now vacated the building. I stopped him from rushing out by planting a very amorous kiss on his lips and guiding his hand between my legs again.

"Not here", he desperately whispered.

Lifting my skirt I wrapped a leg around him and rubbed my fur against his clearly visible erection. "Why not?" I asked as I slid my hand down the front of his pants.

"Because this is the house of the lord", he answered trying to sound stern through his whining need.

I drug him into the nearest pew and pulled him down on top of me. "If you don't slip that beautiful hard shaft into me this instant I'm going to scream until someone comes to see what's going on", I threatened.

"There's no one left in the church except you and me", he said.

I whispered sexily into his ear, "Are you so sure of that you're willing to take a chance on being wrong? What would your father say if he thought you attacked one of the young ladies of the church in the chapel?"

Sliding his more than ready spear into me he panted even as he pumped in and out, "I'm not so sure you're a lady."

"Now you're catching on", I teased. "Actually I'm just a very randy little girl who's about to explode for you in Technicolor. Just the idea of what we're doing and where we're doing it turns me on something fierce."




Church Tales Ch. 3



I stifled a scream of ecstasy as I climaxed and Brad flooded a large amount of hot fluid deep inside me only seconds later. He whispered loudly into my hair as he came, "Me too!"

We sat up and had just caught our collective breaths when the door at the front of the sanctuary opened to admit his father. Before he saw us we scooted about four feet apart on the well polished wooden seat and acted as if we had just been talking since the end of the service.

Brad's Padre walked back to us and as with all ministers greeted us with smiling congeniality (always good for the collection plate). We talked about nothing for a few minutes then he left with a luncheon invitation for me and a reminder to Brad that he too had promised to come for dinner this day. I accepted and Brad groaned. He groaned even more when I made him give me his undershorts to stuff into my dripping sex channel. Thank goodness men no longer carry handkerchiefs. It wouldn't have been half as amusing.

Talk about a fun dinner. I sat with my lover's underpants stuffed between my legs while telling his parents how nice I thought everyone in L.A. had been so far. Brad excused his numerous choking spasms to a "bit of a sore throat". 

His mother prattled on about Albuquerque, having visited there many years previous, and his dad agreed, mentioning that the several times he had traveled through he was impressed at what a clean city it was.

Possibly to accredit his knowledge of my hometown he also recalled his surprise when he learned that it, just like Denver, is also a mile high city. Nostalgically I acknowledged his description and mentioned that there was a marker on the steps of Monroe Junior High marking the exact one mile altitude of Albuquerque.

Then I shared my usual joke about how clean you'd be too, if you had your face scoured with Texas sand each morning and Arizona sand each afternoon. I fear that even after I explained that wind blows away from the heat of the sun, therefore Albuquerque has an almost constant breeze, his mother never did really understand the humor.

By the time we finished dinner and I helped clear the table it was almost time for the evening youth meeting. Brad felt sure I would want to go home first to remove his shorts from my crotch and put panties on. I assured him I was quite comfortable and content just the way I was.

On the way to the church Brad looked over at me and said with mock seriousness, "You're a real slut, you know it?"

I smiled and answered, "Yeah! Ain't it grand?" 

"God, I'll say!" he shot back. "You want to stop for a minute before we get to the church?"

Grinning like the fool I am, I pulled my skirt clear up around my waist, spread my legs wide and pulled his shorts from the ever-eager juncture between my thighs.

Brad whipped into an apartment house parking space and climbed into me without even turning off the engine. He absolutely exploded into me with a deep moan and after only a few strokes, which left me dangling. It was forgivable though because just the idea of such spontaneous sex was terribly exciting. I also knew that there would be more later!

The young adults meeting dragged on for eternity, or so it seemed. I was very conscious of Brad's underpants stuffed inside my overflowing crotch. I kept thinking I could smell our sex throughout the evening but no one else seemed to be sniffing the air. Should someone have noticed I honestly don't know if I would have clamped my knees together or spread my legs wider. I know I was getting hornier and hotter the longer I sat there thinking about what I was cuddling.

When we finally left I stripped my bra, garter belt and nylons off in the car on the way to my apartment. By the time Brad had the apartment door locked my blouse was draped over the living room lamp, the undergarments were thrown wildly toward the living room couch and my skirt was on the floor somewhere close to the bedroom door. We found my shoes just inside the front door the next morning. Brad's clothing was strewn from the same front door to the side of my bed.

I never even had a chance to lie down before Brad caught me and rammed his desperation into me from behind. He rode me doggie style for almost an hour and again I lost count of my orgasms. Using just the sensitive pads of his fingertips he liked to play feather soft caresses across the tips of my nipples as my breasts swayed from our lovemaking. I was so hot that each gentle contact felt like a static shock that sent a sweet jab of pleasure through me and caused my eyes to mist.

Satiated, we fell asleep about midnight and one or the other of us woke up about every hour for the rest of the night. Each time the first one to awaken would sexually excite our lovemate until they too were awake enough for another round of bedroom ballet.

We both missed our early morning classes that Monday but neither of us regretted it.

I wrote a detailed letter about my weekend to Leo and by Thursday had a letter back from him telling me how hot my adventure made him. Referencing the small size of the world, he also told me he was involved with his minister's daughter. He called Thursday evening and we laughed about the coincidence. We both agreed we would love to watch the other with our new found partners and made plans to take pictures to exchange at Christmas break.

Friday evening Brad and I arrived at my apartment at almost the same time. I was hardly in the door from school before he was knocking and panting at my feet. Though I truly enjoyed both his company and his nice hard shaft, I was afraid he might be getting serious. I didn't want to hurt him, but I already had made up my mind that no man would ever be as loving and understanding as my Leo. Time has proved that to be true over and over.

I finally decided the only way to cool Brad's ardor was to set up a threesome. I really didn't care which way the menage a trois went so long as in the end Brad would realize that I wasn't the only girl in the world for him. I did, and he did, and that's another story, which I will relate to you in another chapter.



Church Tales Ch. 4



Chapter 4: The Minister's Wife

The story you are about to read is true. All events and behavior are faithful accounts of past occurrences, although names have been altered to protect my ass and keep me out of court. Writer's license and humble discretion have been utilized where and when I felt it necessary to avoid embarrassment or legal action.

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The Reverend Ronald Joseph Wilson came knocking on my door at a truly ungodly hour. Being a student at the University Of New Mexico with no early morning classes had spoiled me. I had forgotten that there even was an hour called Seven A.M., especially on a Monday morning.

Had it been his wife ringing my doorbell so early I would have been the epitome of forgiveness. My door was always open to her luscious little body. Dianna was about ten years my senior, had two children and had lost her girlish figure but I could have cared less. There was something about the lady that made my body break out in a lustful sweat every time I was near her.

Ronnie Joe, as he had originally introduced himself, was another matter. Not only did the man have no tools or equipment, he seemed a bit low on pride also. He was always in some type of mechanical crisis and needing to borrow something to survive. I could never refuse his requests though, both from my kind heart and his genuine need. This morning was no exception. Of course how could I complain about a person saddled with two names? We here in America try to forgive the type of folk who are so defiled. Of course, most of these poor wretches are the same dumb stoops who are prone to wear hats while they eat and drive. We try to veil their existence.

After heartfelt apologies (and who is more heartfelt than a minister in trouble), he told me he had two flat tires and was overdue at his church to escort a group of youth to a weeks retreat at Glorietta. (note: For those not familiar with the splendors of America, the Baptist folks have a youth camp on the road between Santa Fe and Las Vegas, New Mexico). He also mentioned that he would be spending the week at camp with the young people. My lecherous heart skipped a beat.

Ronnie Joe went to get the first wheel from his car while I dug out my air compressor and tire repair kits. I had him on the road within half an hour but by then it was too late to return to my dreams and too early to go to my first class. Having nothing better to do, and being the good neighbor that I am, I went next door to assure Dianna that I would be available should she need anything. She gave me a bit of a scare when she told me she had to attend a church meeting that evening. I feared she was about to ask me to babysit the kids.

Now don't get me wrong. Her kids were nice enough children. Rachael was about ten and Jacob was seven or eight. They were both good eggs, as far as eggs run; if you like runny eggs.

All Dianna wanted from me though was to keep an eye on their house while she was gone. The kids were looking forward to an evening with their church friends. Far be it from me to spoil the little rug rats good time. I watched, they enjoyed, and I drifted off to sleep to my wonderfully lustful dreams.

The next day I awoke to the patter of rain on my patio roof. Albuquerque isn't plagued with an overabundance of rain and especially not the steady, lengthy type. When we get rain it's usually short, plentiful and violent. This mornings drizzle was definitely not our norm.

Much as I love the Duke City, I dreaded the trip down to the campus because I knew there would be a multitude of accidents on the way. Since it never rains or snows in Albuquerque (if you believe that, I have this bridge for sale), many of our local denizens have no idea how to drive in inclement weather. It does sometimes get quite interesting and quite entertaining. I remember one morning when it had snowed, a driver in a full size GM product had the front wheels tight against the curb of the center divider, the back wheels going full bore and was bouncing down the median at about a city block an hour. I chickened out and left before the car reached a break in the divider.

This morning though, the only driver I encountered who needed assistance was Dianna. She had taken the kids to school and was pulled over to the curb about a mile from our houses. Her car was surrounded by a puddle deep enough to almost cover the wheels on the driver's side. I was afraid to look at the passenger's side. I feared the water level was up to the window level. Rain or no rain, I walked over as close as I could to her door and asked her what had happened. The vehicle had just quit running as she was headed home. When she stopped there was just a small amount of water in the gutter. Unfortunately, as she sat there the water level had risen dramatically. Then she also mentioned she had run the battery down trying to start the car.

Of course, I immediately offered her a ride home with the assurance we would retrieve her car later when the rain stopped. She hesitated to leave her dry sanctuary and I assumed she was just reluctant to get wet. I told her that I had no umbrella, but she could put my jacket over her head to stay dry. I also assured her there was no way we could properly diagnose the car's problems and jump-start it in the middle of a lake.

She still seemed reluctant to accompany me and I felt a moments trepidation for fear she recognized my carnal desire for her. Then she turned a beautiful shade of red and told me she still had her bathrobe and slippers on. She was embarrassed to try to walk to my car in her state of apparel. Assuring her I would do my best to preserve her modesty, I waded through ankle deep water over to her door. When she started to exit the car, I told her to stand on the doorsill and not to step down into the water. My shoes and socks were already thoroughly soaked and since I saw no reason for her to get her feet wet, I swept her up in my arms and carried her to my car.

Of course we were both soaked from the rain, but at least she hadn't taken a complete dunking. When we got to my house, I used the garage door opener to get us inside without any further showers. She thanked me and asked me if she might borrow my umbrella for the short trip next door. I noticed as she got out of my car that she was no longer holding her robe quite so tightly about her.

Taking a big chance, I told her I'd help her home but she had to do me a favor for rescuing her. Like the truly naive innocent she was she answered, "Sure! What do you need? I'll be glad to do anything for you. You're always helping Ronnie or me somehow."

Encompassing her small hand in my callused paw, I led her to my kitchen. Without asking, I began to prepare a pot of coffee although she protested she should be getting home. It didn't take a lot of arm twisting to convince her that warm coffee, warm company and a warm kitchen precluded a hurried, wet trip home to an empty house. While the coffee brewed, I stripped off all my wet clothing except my skintight pants and threw the whole mess into the dryer. Retrieving a bathrobe from my bedroom, I asked Dianna to stand up and then without warning I pulled her robe from her shoulders. She uttered a self-conscious squeak but I wrapped my robe around her so fast she had virtually no time to feel embarrassed. Then I adjusted the dryer to its lowest heat setting and set the timer for two hours.

The robe I had given Dianna was shorter than her full-length modest garment and ended just above her knee level as she sat savoring her coffee. It was also a bit small through the hips which caused it to barely close over her crossed legs. I kept getting exciting glimpses of her shapely stems.

The few downy hairs upon my chest seem to fascinate her for she couldn't seem to quit staring at my naked pectorals as I sat opposite her at the table. Breaking the ice when a man is trying to seduce a woman is always difficult. You're afraid to come out and declare your intentions and desires for fear of rejection; arrest; lawsuits and even possible physical retribution from the female's significant other. On the other hand, silence breeds frustration!

We had wasted almost forty-five minutes of my two-hour dryer time before I finally got up the gumption to commit myself. Standing up, so Dianna could see my rigid excitement mounding the front of my still wet jeans I decided to step off the cliff. Facing her I said, "At the risk of embarrassing you I've got to get out of these wet pants before I catch my death of cold." Then I walked to the dryer, removed my all the rest of my clothing, put them in the dryer and reset the timer for another two hours.

Dianna jumped up from her chair and spilled almost a whole cup of hot coffee down the front of herself. As I patted her chest with my kitchen towel, she looked pointed at my nudity and blustered, "I've got to be going now! Thank you for saving me and for the coffee and for ...". She gasped a breath in midsentence and froze staring at my rigid manhood.

I caught her in my arms and pressed my lips to hers. Her jaw was clamped so tightly shut that her lips were almost as unyielding as her teeth. I ran the tip of my tongue across the obstinate rejection of her mouth. Eventually she made the mistake of trying to say something to me. The moment I felt her jawbone muscles begin to calm, I sucked her tongue into my mouth and we traced each other's lips and teeth until she relaxed in my arms.

"This is wrong", she stammered. "I can't do this. I'm a married woman."

"Uh huh, and I'm a twenty year old college student whom you excite to no end", I countered.

"Stop this", she pleaded. "Do you realize I'm thirty two years old? I'm almost old enough to be your mother! I'm going home now and let's just forget this silly incident ever happened, " she sternly told me as she pushed me away.

"You're the best preserved little mother I've ever seen", I teased. "I find it hard to believe you're thirty two. Twenty-two maybe, or even twenty-five but not over the big three-oh. You are definitely much too sexy to be such an 'old lady'. Are you sure you're not kidding me?" 

By this time I had walked her into my living room so taking her hand, I gently spun her around to face me. Before she could protest, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her again. At first, she tried to push away from my attack but after just a moment her lips parted and I explored through her teeth and along the roof of her mouth. She ceased her efforts to push my body away and wrapped her arms around me.

Finally I broke our lip contact, rubbed our cheeks together and began to lick and nibble her ear.

She asked with what I hoped was feigned indignity, "What do you think you're doing? I'm a married woman! I'm a faithful married woman, with kids!" 

I caressed her ear with my tongue as I whispered, "Are you as soft and warm under that robe as you are from the outside?" Then I kissed her again as I slipped my hand inside the bathrobe. Before she could resist I bunched the back of her nightgown at her waist and ran my hand up the bare skin of her back.

Her next words were, "Oh, don't!" However, she kept her arms wrapped around my waist.

Pulling her closer with the hand on her back, I slid my other hand up the front of her nightgown. When I cupped her breast, her nipple immediately pearled for me. "Take your robe off", I told her.

Slowly, almost reluctantly she slowly complied with my request. Then she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my lips to hers. After a moments kiss she pulled away from my mouth just far enough to whimper, "This is wrong, you know!"

"Uh huh", I answered as I lifted her nightgown over her head. Quickly helping her down onto the couch, I lay her back while I explored a wet path across her neck with my mouth and tongue, moved over her collarbone and down to greedily suckle a breast.

Dianna gasped a shuddering breath and moaned her pleasure at the suction tensing her nipples to full bloom. Her eyes were closed and she was obviously in a state of erotic acceptance. As my tongue danced across the bud of her nipple, I began to glide my hand over the tender skin of her inner thighs. 

The slow drag of my fingers down the length of her leg allowed her senses to slowly and vibrantly come alive. Each time my hand skimmed through the soft fur at the core of her sex she would utter a small mew and arch her back. In response, I pushed my finger into her inch by wet inch, pulling back, only to dip deeper the next time. When my hand was damp with her, I spread her wetness along the length of my desire. Then I crawled between her legs and lifted her ankles to my shoulders. As I sank inside her, she gave a small gasp. I pulled back until I was almost completely out, then thrust deeply into her again, drawing forth another louder gasp.

Our joining was slow and intimate. Neither of us needed the rash exuberance of youth. We were content to luxuriate in the depths of our melding. I brought my hand to where her pubic mound protruded above my slowly pistoning manhood and stroked her extended bud with my thumb while I clutched her little knoll in the palm of my hand. She stiffened her body and arched her back as she soared over the top of her personal heaven.

I maintained the same steady pace, position and continued to stroke her clitoris with my thumb until she again climbed her own mountain of pleasure. She stilled for a moment and I knew she was collapsing into her own tiny world of dreams. When she awoke and stirred her body I lowered her legs to the couch and stretched full length upon her. The softness of her body pressed into the roughness of my brawn was bringing me close to my own explosion.

After another deep throat searing kiss I peppered her body with butterfly wing kisses from her collarbone, down across her ripe breasts, down through the valley of her belly and through the soft, wet fur of her most private being. She started to protest but I stilled her by murmuring against her moist core, "I want to taste the marvelous juices you created just for me. I want to savor the extract of your personal flavor and I want to watch your body as it responds again to my hunger. I love to watch your nipples bud, feel your stomach muscles clinch and hear your breathing quicken as your enjoyment builds.

Combing her cleft I lapped upward until I touched that small damp bud that excited her so violently. Placing my hands under her hips I lifted her to me and begged, "Explode for me please. Erupt against my tongue and flood me with your happiness."

Slipping my thumbs into her I spread her lips and drove the tip of my taste buds deeply into her. My nose and chin thrust past her outer resistance and I lapped the normally buried depths of her womanly channel until she was weeping massive quantities of her sweet dew. Lifting my tongue to her elongated and very erect button of femininity, I had only to caress that swollen membrane a few strokes before she doused me with her release.

While her body subsided with throbbing convulsions, I again entered her as a man, filling her more deeply than I ever could with my tongue alone. I knew she was close to another excursion into ecstasy and I was able to hold my own release so that we flooded each other at the same time.

We lay side by side, occasionally petting each other, for the rest of the morning and even found energy to make love twice more. By noon the rain had stopped, our clothing was long dry so I escorted her home. She was hesitant to invite me in until I asked her what more I might do in her home than we had already done. Dianna giggled at the absurdity of her procrastination and allowed me to help her shower and dress. We only were sidetracked twice. 

Typical of Albuquerque the city dried out in a very short while once the rain had stopped. I found and quickly repaired a broken vacuum line that had caused Dianna's car to quit earlier. A quick jump-start and she was able to pick her children up at school right on time. That evening as a reward for being such a good neighbor and rescuing her, she invited me to enjoy supper with her family.

By the end of the week we had established both a loving relationship and a workable schedule for shared intimacies. While Ronnie Joe was in town we found a couple of times every week to enjoy each other. On those occasions he was called away we delighted in one another for lengthy interludes of wanton lustfulness. We were both much happier.

Our relationship lasted throughout my college years (it's a wonder I ever had any time to study) and we still see each other about once a month.

I was extremely anxious to share my experience with my fiancé Susie. She had recently enjoyed a new lover out in Los Angeles and had shared all the wonderful details with me.



Church Tales Ch. 5



Chapter 5: Pastor Ronnie Joe

THE FOLLOWING STORY IS TRUE. ALL EVENTS AND BEHAVIOR ARE FAITHFUL ACCOUNTS OF PAST EVENTS, ALTHOUGH NAMES HAVE BEEN ALTERED TO PROTECT MY POSTERIOR AND KEEP ME OUT OF COURT. WRITER'S LICENSE AND HUMBLE DISCRETION HAVE BEEN USED WHERE AND WHEN I FELT IT EXPEDIENT TO AVOID ADVERSITY OR LEGAL ACTION.

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Painful though it was, I left the land of fruit and nuts for ten wonderful days away from both my nursing studies and the thrills of Los Angeles. The prospect of spending the Thanksgiving holiday in Albuquerque with my fiancé Leo whetted all my appetites; emotional, nostalgic, sensual, sexual and gastronomic.

After the death of our parents, I had lived in my brother's Albuquerque home through my secondary school years. When I told him of my need to get away from the hustle of the West Coast he understood perfectly. Since he too had moved from Albuquerque and was now employed by a small, obscure company in the wine country of California he was very empathetic. The rat put his arm around me and magnanimously told me that, "No apology was necessary. Don't even worry about missing the holiday with our family". His next little loving barb about "preferring to spend the holiday with Leo" was softened by his broad-faced grin.

Actually we are very close and worry constantly about each other. When he left the security of a good government position at Sandia Laboratories, I thought he had lost his mind. Particularly since he quit to accept a position at a nerdy little unknown, non-aggressive outfit whose very name even indicated they were small. How could any company hope to be successful when they advertised their insignificance with a demeaning name like MicroSoft?

Airlines seem to delight in trying to confuse passengers as to their actual location in relation to known landmarks. Approaching Albuquerque from the west, I should have been able to look from my left side window and see northward up the Rio Grande Valley. Instead, we apparently came in from the south. The pilot then impaled his wingtip somewhere in the middle of the west mesa and slowly circled, windows pointing straight downward, at the dusty vastness somewhere between Paradise Hills and Belen. Apparently, we circled completely back to the south. Not satisfied to merely confuse us, the pilot then apparently tried to impress us with his skill by stopping in mid air. At least that's what it felt like as the plane seemed to barely move though the engines were revving at full power. Then just when a person begins to relax and you tell yourself there's no problem, the wheels grind down, snap into place and the infernal machine slows even more.

I wasn't worried though. I knew the plane couldn't drop with me holding it up by my deathgrip on the armrests.

We had flown very far south of the airport and I was just beginning to wonder if perhaps the flight was going to be forced to land at El Paso, when we dropped down from the Manzano Mountains and landed from the east. God I love to fly! (and bump my nose; and run my hose; and beat my toes - with a hammer!) The city named for the Spanish Duke of Albuquerque was as beautiful as ever. By far the most exciting view from my small window was Leo's profile waiting for me on the observation deck of the picturesque pueblo styled terminal. My heart skipped a beat and other parts of my anatomy responded with enthusiastic dampening.

Even before the seat belt sign said I could, I stood up (Really, what discipline can an airline mete out for such an infraction? Send me back whence I came, or refuse to ever take my money again for a ticket? Hardly!) and retrieved my carry-on bag from the over head compartment. Hoping to beat most of the crowd up the aisle to the exit I sprinted up the slope toward the frozen faced, smiling hostesses (I've always wondered where the "Thank You For Flying With" cassette player is implanted in their anatomies).

My headlong plunge was frustrated as I broached the archway separating the first class section from us of the peon class. A bevy of sumptuous human quail was rising, as coordinated as birds to flight, from the wide comfort and pretentious opulence of the forward compartment. Eight long stemmed beauties, each clad in miniskirted decadence above yards of nylon elegance and all poised on stiletto heels, blocked the exit with their tight, trim disgustingly small rumps. They were wearing color coordinated blazers of a uniformly style which emphasized their perfectly tailored, overly distended, breast pockets. Silky smooth hair flowed to their collars like battle helmets where it curled inward with nary a stray strand out of place among the lot. Absolutely revolting!

This legion of legs in uniform bounced up the exit tunnel about twenty feet in front of me. Shoulder slung taupe colored purses just big enough to carry the basic necessities of feminine camouflage completed each color-coordinated suit. None of them were encumbered with carry on luggage or anything else that might detract from their centerfold perfect composure.

I was apprehensive to see how Leo would react to this silk stemmed, alluring parade.

Leo was waiting at the top of the exit tunnel. As the flock of hosiery came into view he dutifully investigated each one from their perfect coiffeur to the taps on the toes of their high heels, obviously missing nary a freckle nor dimple in his scrutiny. Then his eyes caught mine and his face lit up like a kid on Xmas morning.

His beaming smile should have censored any jealous doubts I may have harbored as to his devotion. Much as it pains me, I must admit I'm better known for my hoof-in-mouth retorts than my love sonnets. Doubtless because I was tired and still a bit jittery from the flight I couldn't resist the opportunity to be catty and snapped at him, "Well, did you see anything you'd like to buy?"

Without answering he took me in his arms and kissed me clear to the back of my tonsils. Then with a wicked leer he pulled me close, licked the inside of my ear and quietly assured me, "Everyone obviously watches when a herd of gazelles capers by. However, when an exquisite, graceful jaguar is following behind she totally eclipses their silly prancing and their pack is quickly forgotten. And when one is totally in love with that lithe little jaguar no other sight can ever be a true distraction."

Leo does have a way with words. He also seemed to be carrying small baseball bat in his pocket.

Before I could tease him about his obvious excitement Leo whispered in my ear, "I hope you notice my attention pressing against you. That wasn't there until I touched you!" Obviously, it was purely his ecstatic ear to ear grin that made my knees so wobbly.

Holding me at arms length he stared at me lovingly (and lustfully I surely hoped) and of course immediately commented that I was wearing a skirt with nylons.

Up close again I snuggled my lips to his sideburns and teased, "Just for you my love". Truly I had dressed especially for him and I was tempted to torment him with the information that there was nothing under my skirt except crotchless pantyhose. Knowing Leo's penchant for silken legs, I was afraid he might attempt to verify my condition right without delay.

We retrieved my luggage from the carousel and had been in the car almost a full minute before he discovered my brazenly bare, furry gift for him. By the time we were to Girard and Gibson (a mile at the most from the parking lot) his hand, my skirt and the car seat were soaking wet. I had a flash fantasy of being stopped by the police and Leo handing his driver's license out the window dripping with my juices. Delicious! I almost wished...

Both Leo's livelihood and his living arrangements had improved since the initial days of our courtship. Now employed as an associate professor, although he was still an undergraduate student, he could afford many luxuries previously beyond his means. Living the great American dream, he now had an almost new car, a place of his own and enough money to survive from week to week (almost). He was even in debt (definitely). What more could a young man strive for?

The distress at having to leave the youthful security of his parent's home was of course balanced by the newfound freedoms now available to him. Suddenly plunged into the methodical drudgery of work and academics, I was fearful that Leo had lost some of his previous humorous perspectives. Then he complained to me about his lack of time for diversions and indicated he barely had enough time to keep both his local girlfriends satisfied. I bit him!

Now lodged in a small house just off the UNM campus he was involved with both his minister's daughter and with the wife of a minister living next door to him. Each of these liaisons he had faithfully (no pun intended) kept me informed of and I was looking forward to meeting both ladies. The first opportunity came quicker than expected.

A large, immobile, gas-guzzler of a car was blocking the driveway of his house when we arrived. Leo's emphatic, "Awww shit. Ronnie Joe", gave me ample warning of who, though not what, to expect. The Reverend Ronald Joseph Wilson was his personal nemesis and cuckold next door neighbor.

Leo parked in front of the house and went to see what disaster now plagued his problematic neighbor. I tagged along out of natural nosiness.

"Hello Brother Leo", sang out a lean little man with his sleeves rolled up and his head buried under the hood of the faded brown battleship. "Sorry to be in your driveway, but this was as far as the Lord saw fit to propel my faithful steed" sang out the sorry little weasel.

Silently I uttered an "Ohhh bullshit" of my own under my breath. People who punctuate their conversation with references of superstitious drivel lose both my attention and my patience rather quickly.

Nevertheless, with his usual merriment Leo smiled and asked the obvious. "What's the old beast doing, or not doing, now?" I assumed he wasn't referring to the man's spouse since no one else was around the car.

Like any good servant of the gospel, the preacher first beamed at me with a "collection plate" assessment and observed, "This must be that beautiful fiancé you've been bragging about. Your descriptions certainly never even began to do justice to this beautiful gift our savior bestowed upon you!" Then grinning at me he continued, "I won't offer my hand yet Pretty Lady 'cause I'm a might dirty at the moment."

I smiled to stifle the bile lurching up from my stomach. Silently acknowledging his greeting I nodded and smiled my acceptance of his compliment. Admittedly, his reluctance to shake hands was a bit astonishing. I've seldom met a cleric who didn't have his hand out.

After quick introductions, Leo again asked about the car. Evidently the good reverend had done just about everything mechanically possible to restart his vehicle before we arrived; like praying over the beast, asking for divine guidance in his attempts at repair, cutting three inches off the tailpipe, etc. For all I knew he may have even sprinkled holy water over the dashboard. Unfortunately, no unction he had so far consecrated upon his obstinate hulk was going to resurrect it from its demise.

Leo tried the engine and even I could immediately tell a charged battery would greatly improve the situation. Jumper cables attached, Leo ground the engine a couple of tries, got out and fiddled with the top of the engine for a moment, then got back in and started the car. Had the little fellow been a priest instead of a protestant minister I do believe he would have sainted Leo on the spot.

When I asked him later what he did, Leo sanguinely confided, "I just knew where to administer the blessing!" I bit him again.

Maybe I should explain all these bites lest someone think I have a cannibalistic fetish. My little nibbles are only love bites and seldom leave extraordinarily, noticeable hickeys.

We had just settled down for some long overdue snuggling when the doorbell rang.

Somehow, I wasn't surprised that it was Ronnie Joe, his wife and their two kids.

Leo offered Diet Pepsi (greeted with "ugh! gross!" but they suffered the lack of sugar stoically) and cookies to entertain the rug rats while Ronnie Joe rattled incessantly. Neither his wife Dianna, nor I, heard a word he was saying. We were too busy appraising each other.

Leo had told me she was twelve years older than us but he had failed to mention what a well-preserved little thirty-two year old mother she was. Dianna was obviously one of those lucky women who recover their figure after childbirth. About five foot six with very well proportioned legs she had almost no hips. If it weren't for her unduly large breasts, she would have looked like a young teenager. Her shoulder length brown hair was tinted slightly red and I noticed she had "doe-like" brown eyes. The type of orbs that reduce men to groveling servants when filled with tears. The smile marks in their corners proclaimed to me that she had a truly happy outlook on life and probably spread good cheer, like Santa dropping presents, everywhere and to everyone. I immediately liked her and was jealous as hell!

They stayed only a few minutes and then Leo and I got down to some serious suppertime business. The door was hardly closed before he began stripping my clothing to expose what he wanted for dinner.

Afterward he asked me what I wanted for dinner. He told me there was no limit on where he would take me or how much we could spend this night. Maybe there was a good side to all this work and study business after all.

Any restaurant in the area was mine for the asking. We could eat anywhere my heart and palate desired from the top of the tram at Sandia Crest to the bowels of Barelas. Definitely there was an up side to this work and study business. Leo with money was a totally new novelty for me to investigate

Choosing one particular place to have a special meal in Albuquerque is almost like trying to choose which morsel to taste first from a hundred-pound box of sampler candies. The varieties and choices are mind boggling.

Actually, I had already made my choice. "Would you mind terribly ..." I began

Leo raised his hands in defeat and, with his usual thoroughness to precise detail, lamented, "Ten thousand steak and lobster houses in Albuquerque. At least twice that many fabulous Mexican restaurants. The best Chinese, Italian, French, Indonesian ... whatever earthly taste a person could ask for; and you want to eat at Lotta Burger, don't you?" 

"I knew you'd understand. There's no better cheeseburger in the whole world than a nice big, eight inch round Blake's Lotta Burger with tomato and onion only, topped with a cup of chopped green chili! I've been dreaming of one ever since I decided to come home for the holiday", I drooled.

Consequently, we ate one of our favorite meals. No lettuce, no frills, no ketchup, no mustard, no mayonnaise, no 'special sauces', not even french fries to ruin the taste of our passionate love for this uniquely New Mexican treat. Though it was late November the evening was warm enough for us to eat outside at one of the umbrella topped tables. I gorged and had three big cheeseburgers all by myself. Leo looked at me as if he were trying to figure out which of my legs was hollow.

After supper, Leo took me up West Central all the way to the overlook. I've heard it said that the night view from the top of the West Hill, where I-40 suddenly exposes the Albuquerque vista, is possibly the Eighth Wonder Of The World. Lights of the Rio Grande Valley are visible as far as the eye can see both to the North and to the South. The altitude is enough to make the observer feel almost as if they're airborne in a small plane. Add to that fabulous view the breathtaking panorama of Albuquerque itself stretching roughly thirty miles across the valley and then a full mile upward to Sandia Crest and it brings tears of rapture to almost anyone's eyes. As New Mexico proclaims on their license plates, it truly is "The Land Of Enchantment"!

We sat and stared for over an hour, not smooching nor hardly even talking. Just cuddling and appreciating one of the most beautiful tableaus on earth.

A bit after midnight as we were getting ready to leave a policeman drove up and asked if we needed help. Leo told him I had been in Los Angeles for the last several months so I needed lots of help.

"Ain't that the truth?" he laughed. Nodding knowingly he smiled and said, "Gorgeous isn't it. I patrol here several times a night and I always have to stop and stare for a few minutes each time. I never get enough of this view. You know where Saint Joe's is?"

Leo answered, "Oh yeah. They call it the University of Albuquerque now though, don't they?"

"Yeah", the cop answered back. "I was born and raised just east of Coors Boulevard over by the campus and I still live only a couple of blocks further south. My parent's house went when they put the freeway through. It'll always be Saint Joe's College to those of us who grew up in that neighborhood", he reminisced. Awareness suddenly sparked in his eyes and he said, "Sorry. Kinda' got sidetracked there for a minute. My point was I've been looking at this view for almost thirty years but I never get enough of it. Well, gotta' go. Listen, you kids be careful. Keep your doors locked and your windows up. Have a good night", he sang out as he pulled away probing for other vehicles with his spotlight.

Leo and I meditated for another minute or two, then we started back toward town to finish our lovemaking. As we pulled out, Leo mused out loud, "I wonder why he chose to be a cop. That's always seemed like such a thankless job to me".

"Maybe he couldn't find an honest job", I theorized. "You're just jealous because he gets to live up here and you have to live next to Ronnie Joe", I teased. "I don't know how you stand it."

"Well, it's hard, but it has its compensations", he teased back. "I mean, how could I not enjoy having someone as nice as those two kids next door for neighbors?"

"Oh, I didn't know you were so fond of kids. Or is it just the making of them that you're so enamoured with?" As I said this, I stretched across the seat with my head in his lap. This has always been one of our favorite ways to travel as it allows Leo easy access to my chest and with a small stretch he can even reach other interesting areas.

Absently stroking my nipple he smirked and shot back, "Whoa, I don't want to be making any of the little monsters. I just want to practice until I've got the process perfect."

Biting him gently (remember he was driving) through the front of his jeans I said, "You're hopeless!" Then I slowly deliberated, "You know though, their daddy isn't all that bad. I'll bet Dianna enjoyed it when he was making those babies."

"We'll ask her tomorrow", he answered. "She's coming over for coffee just as soon as the kids are in school and 'Old Stick In The Mud' leaves." A terribly prejudiced and very inaccurate portrait of Ronnie Joe we were to learn.

Sure enough, we had just finished showering Friday morning when Dianna popped in the back door. I noticed she didn't bother to knock.

Wrapped in nothing but a bath towel Leo slipped out to welcome her.

Totally nude I scampered quickly back to the bedroom. I was just debating what to put on when they both casually walked into the room. Ordinarily I'm not even slightly modest, but their nonchalant expectation that I wouldn't be offended, did startle me a bit.

Before I could even react and pull something over my nudity though, Leo reached out and pulled me to him. Then with his other arm he pulled Dianna against his other side.

The towel, which dropped from his waist, caught on his very erect and ready manhood.

First he kissed her, then as he turned to kiss me he said pleadingly to her, "Take those clothes off please. I've dreamed for years of having two exciting, sexy women in bed with me at the same time".




Church Tales Ch. 5



She complied with his request dropping her clothing so fast that she was naked by the time we came up for breath. Leo then pleaded, in a sexually hoarse whisper; "Will you beautiful ladies make my dreams come true?"

Dianna seemed as turned on by his desire as I was. Leo and I had made love less than an hour previously but now the contagion of his hunger reawakened the butterflies of lust below my stomach. The hot ache throbbing deep inside my female cavities ignited my passion to satiate my mate. My nipples immediately tattled my desire and I felt a stream of elixir trickling down my thighs. In seconds the bed held Leo on his back with my fur encompassing his mouth and Dianna impaled on his former towel hanger.

Leo firmly gripped each cheek of my buttocks and pulled me hard against his probing tongue. Thrusting his chin deep into my wetness he lapped against the sides of my vaginal canal until I was spurting so heavily I was almost afraid he might drown. Feeling frisky, I was about to ask him if he needed a snorkel when the tip of his wonderfully educated tongue found my clitoris and I drenched him with even more nectar from my love reservoir.

Dianna was leaning forward with her hands on his chest for balance and the feathery caress of her hair tickling my back was somehow erotically exciting. Homosexuality or even bisexuality has always particularly turned me off so I was having trouble understanding my intrigue. Eventually I concluded that the touch of her hair was only emphasizing her presence and the enjoyment we were giving to Leo. Previous experience had taught me that anytime Leo became excited my triggers tripped in conjunction with his.

When Leo placed one hand on my breast, teasing the nipple to erectness with his thumb, and I could feel his other hand reaching to offer the same pleasure to Dianna, I exploded into his mouth. To his credit, he swallowed every drop of my fluids and licked deep into my inner self until the membranes of my most private channel wept freely again.

It was then, as I descended from my personal heaven, that I realized how correct my analysis had been. It hadn't been the touch of Dianna's hair that excited me. No, what had turned me on so passionately was the realization of the pleasure we were lavishing on our shared lover!

Temporarily gratified I collapsed on to the bed to observe. Leo's strong masculinity would ascend into Dianna, freeze momentarily, then emerge downward as if she were giving birth to his beautiful column. The slow cadence of their repetitious blending allowed each to enjoy the other to the deepest melding of their cravings. Fascinated I watched this magical spectacle of pleasure until, holding her tightly to his chest Leo rolled over so she was on her back.

From the foot of the bed I watched as my lover aspired to infuse his whole being completely into Dianna. He maintained the slow, deep thrusting pace that drew his full length along with his tightly compressed testicles into her widely opened womanhood. Like persimmon pursed lips her vulva would iris tightly around his shaft each time he withdrew and then spring open with welcome abandon to accept his next penetration.

Gentle kisses and feathery caresses from me to the tight muscles of Leo's pistoning hips elicited a series of warbling, breathy groans. As the pace of his thrusts began to accelerate, I cupped my hand around his testicles. I couldn't resist the temptation to hold the tight little sack of his scrotum and soon my hand was riding with the crest of Leo's excitement as it mounted toward release.

Leo's pent up seed roiled through the conduits of his masculinity and for the first time ever I was able to actually feel and witness the pleasure I had so often enjoyed being jettisoned into me. So caught up in the moment was I that I lovingly leaned down to take his dwindling shaft to my lips and kiss it clean. My sinus cavities must have been slightly obstructed otherwise, I fear my eyes would still be crossed. After a communal shower, where all epidermal surfaces (and a few internal) were intimately polished by thirty exploring fingers, we retired with much less odorous bodies to clean bed sheets.

Straddled by Dianna and me Leo relaxed comfortably while we delicately caressed his nakedness. He would have drifted off to sleep had we allowed him to forsake us. Instead, every time he began breathing with too much regularity, we exercised his eyelids, which were evidently directly attached to his manhood. The teeniest little nip of the teeth or dig of a fingernail applied to the nether regions of his sexuality would cause his eyeballs to suddenly protrude with timorous alarm. And his eyebrows! His gorgeous ear to ear, solid line, thick eyebrows! Those sensuous, majestic, expressive, continuous eyebrows would arch so far up his forehead one was tempted to comb them into the wave of his hair.

We lay quietly for almost an hour, teasing Leo's body just enough to keep him firm but not erect. Finally he raised up and announced, "There's one more thing I've always wanted to do".

Almost in unison Dianna and I asked, "Like what?"

Grinning lecherously Leo answered, "Have intercourse with two girls at once".

"So what have we been doing all morning?" I asked, "Or are you losing your memory in your old age?"

"No. No. I mean ... at the same time. You know, both at once", he explained.

"Now this I gotta' see", I snickered. "Did I miss something, or did you just grow another appendage when I wasn't looking?"

Slowly, as if presenting a carefully prepared court defense, he continued, "What I mean is, I want to enter one of you for a few strokes and then the other for a few strokes and back and forth. Kinda'. Sorta'. You know, not to cum! Just to enjoy the sensation of different feelings. I guess. Sorta' ... I mean how different people feel. Well ... I mean how you and Dianna feel different. You know, ... what I'm trying to say. Don't cha'?"

Neither Dianna nor I could, try as we might, keep a straight face. First we sniggered. Then we giggled. Before long we had both rolled up into tight little fetal balls holding our sides we were laughing so hard. Tears rolled from our eyes and neither of us could take a deep breath.

Leo was lost. He had no idea why we found his suggestion so funny and our tears worried him no end. He kept trying to comfort first one, then the other, then back again, in an exertion of absolute futility.

Dianna took a deep breath, straightened up and pointing at Leo choked out, "Are you saying you want to poke me seven times, then switch and ... poke seven strokes ...". At which point she lost it again and curled back into her fetal laughing ball.

The hilarity of his request finally died to an occasional snuffle and we sat, lotus style, facing him on the bed. Both of us were holding our arms straight down, with our fists clenched, our shoulders squared and our cheeks drawn in. Still an occasional snigger choked our breathing. Then Leo began to snicker.

"WHAT?"

"You two look like you're about to sit in judgement on the troubles of the world. Like two beautiful little Buddha figurines, legs crossed, knees spread wide, soft furry pelts staring straight out, nipples erect and breasts held high!"

Dianna and I looked at each other and giggled. Before we could start on another uncontrollable fit of laughter Leo suddenly yelled, "BOO!" Then he fell forward onto the bed pulling us down with him. Soon we were all much too involved to even remember what had been so funny only a short time before.

We were so busy caressing and being caressed that I didn't realize Leo had entered Dianna until he slipped gently from her and entered my wet and willing channel. Then he proceeded to do exactly what he had described earlier. First he would piston me for several strokes (fortunately not limited to a count of seven) then he would switch to Dianna for several strokes. I noticed that the pattern of sex - then relax and watch; sex - then relax and watch; sex - then relax and watch; over and over was surprisingly erotic. Of course, he was petting both of us continually regardless who was the recipient of his experiment at any given moment.

"Are you going to cum?" Dianna asked him.

"Not for a long time, if I can help it", he answered. "This feels much too good to rush!"

With an evil little grin, she clamped her legs tight around his thighs, pulled him close and said, "Well, I'm horny now! Pump me, damn it!" Then she gave me a thumbs up behind his back.

It took just enough action to bring out a good sweat on Leo until Dianna pulled his lips to hers and sucked the breath from him as she climaxed. The instant she relaxed her hold on his body, I pushed him onto his back and mounted him. As my nipples grazed against the tips of his counterpoints, I bucked and rode him like a jockey going for the wire.

He had looked startled when I attacked him. He was absolutely amazed when Dianna took my place as soon as I came. By the time she peaked again Leo was dripping sweat, had no blood left anywhere in his body except in his rigid weapon and was almost ready to explode. His volcano erupted after only a few stokes from me and long before I was able to come again. I didn't care because I had already been thoroughly satisfied several times. 

Leo was spent! He had experienced his two woman fantasies to its fullest and now he collapsed back onto the bed. This time we let him rest his eyes. Dianna and I slapped hands over his prone figure and then sat facing each other across his naked body making lazy trails upon his skin with our fingernails.

"I never dreamed I would ever be in this type of situation and even if I had, I would have thought I'd be jealous", she said. "Surprisingly, not only am I not jealous but I actually think it's kind of neat. We gave someone special a gift he'll never forget and I feel wonderful about it!"

"You're right. HOLY WOW! I hadn't thought of it that way, but that IS exactly how I feel too", I answered. "HEY. You who just got his dreams granted. How do you feel?"

Leo's silence made us aware he had gone to sleep on us.

Both of us, with equally wicked grins, began to arouse the dead.

The revived corpse was able to die three more times that morning before we left him alone. We each had half a dozen or so resurrections in the same enjoyable period.

By lunchtime, Dianna and I were so comfortable with each other we didn't bother to get fully dressed while we scrounged a meal for the three of us. One of Leo's dress shirts almost covered her crotch while I opted for a pair of my bikini panties to prevent unwanted streams of past thrills from running down my legs. I love going topless around Leo because it distracts him so.

As we ate, Dianna hesitatingly broached a subject she had evidently been mulling over for some time. "Do you think ...", she began. "What I mean is ... I don't quite know how to say this."

"Take a deep breath and spit it out", Leo advised.

As Dianna's chest expanded her nipples rose like twin submarines breaking the surface of the sea and threatened to pop the buttons from Leo's shirt she had borrowed.

Leo modified, "Not that deep a breath! You want to give me a heart attack? I can't do anything more for a long while, like maybe even ten minutes or so."

After we laughed, Dianna tried again with a new, not quite so expansive breath; "I want Ronnie to have sex with someone other than me so I won't feel so guilty. No! Wait! That didn't come out right. I don't feel guilty. At least I don't feel guilty about having sex. Well at least not with you guys. What I mean is, I want Ronnie to have as much fun as I'm having. Well shit! That didn't come out exactly right either".

Another breath and she tried again, "What I feel guilty about is he can't enjoy sex like I do. I feel so sorry for him because he can't let go and enjoy himself. Ronnie likes sex, but he was raised to believe it should only be for procreation. I don't think he honestly believes that but he doesn't know how to let go and enjoy. I mean ... Do you have any idea what I'm trying to say?"

Leo and I looked at each other and nervously giggled.

"Are you saying you can't satisfy you husband", Leo asked.

"No! No! No! No! That's not it at all. He always cums. It's just that when he makes love to me he always apologizes afterward because he doesn't think he should have. I just wish there was some way he could have sex and not feel guilty. I guess that's what I'm trying to say. ... I think. ... Maybe. ... Do you have any idea what I'm trying to say", she asked with tears welling up in her eyes.

Never having been able to keep my mouth shut when I should, I piped up and said, "If I understand you correctly you think Ronnie Joe wouldn't feel guilty about sex if he had intercourse with someone besides you. Are you sure he wouldn't feel even worse if he felt he had broken his marriage vows?"

Dianna practically whined, "No, I don't. He had a pretty active sex life before we were married and extra marital sex never appears to bother him. I mean when other people do it he never seems to condemn them for it. I don't think he would feel so ... so ... confined if he knew he could have sex but he was under no obligation to impregnate his partner".

Dianna paused to contemplate for a moment then went on, "He feels imprisoned by the requirements of sex within marriage. Maybe if he could ever do it, just for fun, he might gain a whole new attitude. And ... and I know whoever made love to him would be rewarded". Then blushing like a new bride, she sort of growled from deep in her throat, "Cause he's hung like a horse!"

"Whew", Leo shuddered. "That's a lot of 'what ifs" you're looking at. Besides, just who do you think is going to seduce your husband just so he'll loosen up?"

All of a sudden, it seemed to grow warmer in the room even without my clothes on.

First Dianna looked sheepishly at me and then Leo started nodding his head thoughtfully as he stared at me.

"Oh now wait a minute guys", I sputtered. "Don't I get a vote in this?"

Neither said a word to rescue me so I floundered on, "Just how am I supposed seduce a guy I've only met twice and hardly spoken to. I'm not in the habit of throwing myself at just any man that happens along just because I've been told he's overly endowed. You're going to have to help me."

When they both smiled, I realized what I'd said. "Oh, dirty pool. You guys ganged up on me. I don't even have any ideas on how to start something like this. I mean, how do you know he'll even be attracted to me ... or me to him?"

With a wistful smile Dianna implored, "God, how could he not be attracted to you? You're gorgeous! I wish I still looked as good as you."

Ever the diplomat, Leo said, "Let's not get into a shooting match, OK? You're both gorgeous. Looks are not the issue here. Propagation of the species has dictated throughout history that males will be attracted to any females that are new to them, right?" Without giving me a chance to debate that, he continued "Believe me, Ronnie Joe will find you quite fetching I'm sure. And I'll bet you'll enjoy being fetched too!"

Falsely pouting I teased "Awfully sure of my willingness aren't you?"

Leo just leered.

I leered right back and asked Dianna, "Uh, just for the record, how big is he?"

Dianna's ear to ear grin sold me!

So we spent the next couple of hours, three perfectly normal people sitting naked around a kitchen table plotting how to debauch a minister. We barely had time for one more threesome before Dianna had to pick up her kids.

Then Leo and I talked and fantasized about what we were plotting until our organs were so sore we couldn't do anything the rest of the night.

Friday evening Rachael and Jacob were "granted the privilege" of spending the night with their grandparents while Ronnie Joe and Dianna came over to our house for supper. Leo charcoaled steaks (blessed be Albuquerque where you can plan outdoor activities thirteen months a year) and baked potatoes while I fixed a tossed salad.

The Wilson's surprised us by bringing a large bottle of Zinfandel. A bit of probing revealed that Ronnie Joe was raised in moonshine country. Whatever else his religion taught, it wouldn't have dared speak too harshly against alcohol as that was a principal source of income "back home". 

The good preacher had been raised on corn liquor and could outdrink just about anyone. When he was a pup moonshine had been the only medicine available. It was by necessity the prescription of choice and was used for any and all ailments.

By the end of dinner, the wine was long gone and the menfolk went out for liquid reinforcements. I knew Leo was not a drinker so I hoped they would not bring too much back. They returned with two more bottles of the wine and two large bottles of some stuff called Black Velvet. The name suggested something smooth and tasty. When the cap was removed from the bottle the fumes alone were enough to gag me. It was just another foul smelling whiskey and I absolutely abhor whiskey. I do love rum, though and tequila I can drink straight from the bottle. Ronnie Joe was the one who liked Black Velvet. The light finally dawned and I felt a bit foolish for my unkind thoughts.

Dianna and I sipped, and I do mean sipped, small glasses of the wine and I caught Leo surreptitiously watering the plants from his glass. (Must make a note of that. Plastic plants grow better when nurtured with Diet Pepsi and whiskey.) Leo drank just enough to inflict a crooked smile on his face.

By ten o'clock Ronnie Joe was feeling happy. He wasn't anywhere near drunk but he was loosening up a bit. Dianna and I kept everyone's glasses full and every time either of us got up, we would arrange to set me down next to our target. I thought about slipping my underclothes off but decided that any wantonness on my part might intimidate Ronnie Joe.

Just before ten o'clock Dianna excused herself and said she was going to lie down for a minute because the wine was making her dizzy. Her hubby immediately contended they should head home but I was able to dissuade him by refilling his glass.

Leo had laid his head back on his chair and was pretending to be asleep.

As I handed the drink to Ronnie (note the Joe had finally disappeared) I managed to lose my balance and land in his lap. He made no attempt to dislodge me from my position and I took the opportunity to assess his qualifications. His principal attribute was now rising against my soft fanny and I looked him right in the eyes and giggled.

Those eyes were focused into my gaping blouse and the see-through bra covered chest peeking out. He gave a sort of half hearted smile and carefully enunciated, "I'm sure glad you didn't wind up spilling this here drink all over your nice dress."

"What would you have done if it had spilled? I teased suggestively, "Would you have helped me clean it up?" Then I took the glass from his hand and poured a small trickle between my breasts.

"Will you help me clean this up?" Setting the whiskey on the end table I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse, stood up, leaned forward so my cleavage was close to his lips and whispered, "Please!"

Momentarily taken aback he pulled away from me. This caused his burgeoning tower to tent out the front of his pants. I wrapped my hand around his problem and kissed him. Then I pulled his head to my chest.

Initially he didn't respond but quickly surveyed the room to see where Dianna and Leo were. When he saw that they offered no threat I felt his tongue tentatively begin to lap the whiskey from my cleavage. Another dirty old man! I love dirty old men, no matter what their age. I finished unbuttoning my blouse and unfastened the clasp of my front closing bra. As my nipples sprang from their confinement, he wrapped his mouth around my left breast while he began to stroke my right nipple with his thumb. He had missed a trickle of alcohol, which now slid from between my breasts to slowly wind its way down my stomach. I hoped he would be considerate enough to clean it up later.




Church Tales Ch. 5



He didn't even try to resist as I unzipped his pants. When his rigid manhood was freed from its confinement it stood straight, tall (very, very tall) and true. I straddled him, hiked my skirt up and began to rub the crotch of my panties against his erection. For such a small man, for he was no taller than his wife and quite trim, he really was well endowed. As I rode his mounting excitement I could feel the material of my saturated underclothes being pushed into my most private cleft.

He moaned against my chest as I pulled my panties to one side and slid him into my damp desire. He felt even larger than he looked and I was unable to take his full length at first. Pulling up from him I quickly slid my panties off to relieve some of the tightness around my crotch. Within half a dozen strokes, I was able to bury him to the fullness of his length. His width was stretching places that had never been expanded so enjoyably before. Not one to resist the inevitable, or perhaps he was a bit more inebriated than I thought, he willingly joined the slow dance of copulation on the seat of the chair we were sharing.

Looking over his shoulder, I could see our partners silently clapping their hands. I stuck my tongue out at them and pushed firmly downward to allow Ronnie deeper access. Much too quickly for me to finish Ronnie filled me with his warm deposit. I bobbed up and down on his deteriorating enthusiasm until it was no more.

Realizing what had just happened he suddenly straightened up and tried to push me away. I allowed him to move me only as far as his knees where I stood leaning over him with my mouth to his ear. "That was absolutely delightful", I whispered into his sideburns. "I want you to do that again just as soon as you are able to. Does this help?" I asked as I again wrapped my hand around his now flaccid organ.

"No! We shouldn't have done that! I shouldn't done that", he whimpered as his body began to betray him. "My wife will never forgive me. Oh, STOP. Please don't do that", he continued as I brought him back to life. As soon as he was fully erect, I guided his true indicator back into my willing and wanton receptacle.

Ronnie moaned but I wasn't sure whether it was from passion or loss of will. Either way he again began his thrusting until he was thoroughly and deeply buried inside me. When I was sure he was too committed to stop, I asked him to take me on the carpet. Quickly he responded and lifted me to the floor never breaking our carnal contact. With my legs wrapped around him so he couldn't escape I softly said into his ear, "I don't think your wife is going to mind this one bit."

"What? What are you talking about?" he blustered as he tried to pull away from my scissored legs.

I said louder, "I think this is going to make your wife very happy. As a matter of fact, let's ask her right now."

Dianna leaned over, kissed his cheek and said, "I think this is great!" Then she reached between his legs and cupping his stones in the softness of her hand she added, "I want to feel you cum. I want to feel the juice flow from your loins and erupt as you empty your delight. Shoot your wonderful little fellows and then I'm going to make you do it all over again with me."

Ronnie couldn't resist such persuasive stimulation and I felt an enormous, enthusiastic gush followed by gobs of aftershocks as he drove his lance deep into my home. Then he fell back onto the carpet and stared questioningly at his wife who was still fondling his swollen sack.

"I don't understand", Ronnie practically sobbed. "You wanted me to be unfaithful to you? Don't you love me anymore?"

Dianna stood up just long enough to throw her clothes off and then she stretched out full length against him. "Not only do I still love you and want you but now I believe we can finally enjoy each other. For years I've wanted you to get as much pleasure from our lovemaking as I always have. I could see you were never going to allow yourself to let go with me so I asked this wonderful young couple to help. Did you enjoy the sex you just had?"

Shyly he looked at me and realizing he couldn't very well express anything negative, almost gushed, "Oh yes, I never experienced anything like that before."

Smiling at me Dianna reached between them and said, as she guided his again erect manhood into her, "Now I want you to have as much fun with me as you just enjoyed with her. And while we're enjoying each other they're going to give you some new ideas."

That was news to me because I hadn't even been looking at Leo. When I did, I was startled to see that he was totally naked and as long and hard as I had ever seen him. He walked over, picked me up and held me to his front with his hands under my hips and my arms around his neck. As he entered me he pushed me against the wall and proceeded to slowly spear in and out of my ever-willing nest. Never breaking his rhythm he stripped the rest of the clothing from my body and then began rubbing my nipples with his slightly hairy chest. I was in ecstasy!

I nestled my chin against Leo's neck and looked over to see how our friends were doing.

Ronnie was still on his back but he was staring wide eyed at us as we pounded against the wall. Dianna had managed to strip his pants down to his ankles and was obviously quite happily mounted on his rigid lance.

I smiled and settled into a satisfied cadence of wall bumping until I came. Leo then carried me across the room and gently let me descend onto the couch. Whispering to me so our guests couldn't hear, "Would you like to indulge Ronnie Joe again?"

"Um hmmm", I enthusiastically answered.

"Come on then", he murmured as he led me over to the couple still copulating on our floor. We lay down beside them and Leo buried his face between my legs. He teased my privates until I was arching my back high off the floor and pushing myself hard against his probing tongue. Ronnie and Dianna had ceased moving and were mesmerized watching me as I climbed my steadily ascending plateau.

I closed my eyes to better savor the pure ecstasy of the sensations assaulting my body. My breathing consisted only of short gasps, then I almost fainted as a wonderful granite column entered my vibrating core. Dropping to the carpet I wrapped my quivering legs around my rescuer. Several minutes and many deep thrusts later I realized Ronnie had impaled me instead of Leo. I was so aroused that I could have cared less if it was a circus elephant, just so long as my craving was being fulfilled. My body was on fire and my insides had turned to quaking gelatin I was so hot.

At some point my mind took a mental snapshot of Dianna slowly pistoning Leo in and out as they smilingly watched Ronnie rubbing my backbone from the inside. My ankles rode his shoulders while I wrapped my toes around the back of his neck. I pressed my hands firmly against my stomach to feel the depth of his magical invasion. He was so deep inside me that his pelvic bone hammered my clitoris with each lunge. Climax after climax wracked me ecstatically. I do believe the house rocked on its foundations because I know my foundations were certainly wobbled. Only when I was leaking more fluid than my body could produce and the massive obelisk was slowly softening from my still throbbing interior, did I realize Ronnie had cum. When his body finally stilled he lay on top of me and we watched as Leo filled Dianna with his essence.

We all had managed to reach our final zeniths within minutes of each other. Naked bodies stretched wall to wall across the living room floor as we collapsed from each other. Tomorrow we could enjoy our rug burns.

The four of us rested for a short while. As we began to stir Ronnie reached for his clothing. Stopping him with my hand, I enticed him, "Don't dress. I want to enjoy looking at your body while we have coffee and talk for a while. Would it bother you to look at me without my clothes on, if we were just enjoying each others company?"

Trapped again, Ronnie resolved himself to my suggestion. He was visibly nervous as the four of us sat around the table in casual nudity. We made short snatches of meaningless small talk while the coffee brewed. Then I asked Ronnie if he would be willing to have sex with me again during the following day.

First he shyly made eye contact with Leo and then sought Dianna's smiling approval before he finally admitted he would love to do just that. "I'm going to be here until the Sunday after Thanksgiving. If I asked you real nice, would you be willing to have sex with me every day until I leave. If Dianna and Leo don't mind, that is."

"Well yeah, if Dianna and Leo don't mind", he stammered.

By way of answer, Leo squirted a dollop of honey on Dianna's nipple. Slowly licking it off with his warm tongue he answered from the side of his mouth, "I don't think we'll even notice. But if we do, we'll work something out!"

"Dianna, can I borrow your husband for a while?" I asked.

Her eyes closed in ecstasy from Leo's honeyed lips Dianna waved her hand in a dismissive sort of "who cares" gesture. I took that as acquiescence.

"One more request then I'll leave you alone", I stated to Ronnie. "I've always dreamed of having two men make love to me at the same time. Would you be willing to make that dream come true?"

With more confidence than he had thus far expressed he confirmed he would be delighted to be a part of my fantasy.

So it was that early Saturday morning while Dianna watched the kids, Ronnie came over to visit. I met him at the door wearing nothing but a smile and led him back to the bedroom where Leo awaited us with nothing on but a hard on.

Positioning myself on my hands and knees I straddled Leo on the bed and took his ready tool into my mouth. Ronnie watched nervously for a minute until I raised up and suggested he might wish to remove his clothing. When he was naked, I again had to direct him in what to do next. "Take me from behind, doggie style", I requested. As he entered me I raised my hips and lowered my chest to give him maximum penetration.

That was a mistake. I had forgotten how enjoyably long and wide his "attributes" were. His first stroke was so deep I almost choked on Leo as I shot forward in surprise. Then the amazing elasticity of womanhood took over and my insides stretched just enough to accommodate his size. I pushed back as hard as I could to meet his penetration and we soon established a nice rocking motion where Ronnie moved me forward so I could swallow Leo's erection as far into my mouth as possible. Then as Ronnie pulled all but his final ridged cap out of me, I would slide up Leo's shaft until I was able to drive the tip of my tongue down into its hole and suckle his precum.

Leo had assured me for years that oral sex wasn't that exciting for him, but I noticed he wasn't getting soft. As I cupped his testicles in my hand, I could feel his burgeoning excitement shrink the skin tighter and tighter as it pulled from his scrotum onto his elongating shaft. With a soft moan, his white elixir began to flow from the core of his body. I licked the salty fluid and for the first time in my sex life, I actually enjoyed the taste of cum. Applying as much suction as I possibly could I drew Leo's elixir from deep within the reservoir of his testes until he was totally voided.

When Ronnie saw what was happening it aroused him beyond his carefully controlled cadence and he slammed our thighs together in a frenzy of bone jarring culmination. His warm cream sprayed against the very deepest part of my female organs. I fainted and collapsed forward onto Leo, who later told me Ronnie had also toppled gracelessly to the bed.

Much later I awoke alone under the blankets and dreamily curled into their warmth. My lovers were talking quietly in another room of the house. Though I was unable to make out their words, it pleased me to hear the happy tones of their voices. Evidently, our excursion into my fantasies was a mutual success.

I lay serenely enjoying the quietude of the moment and the assurance of their proximity. As I drifted off to sleep, I knew they would eventually awaken both my mind and body again before the morning was over.



Church Tales Ch. 6



Chapter VI: Converts

THE FOLLOWING STORY IS TRUE. ALL EVENTS AND BEHAVIOR ARE FAITHFUL ACCOUNTS OF PAST EVENTS, ALTHOUGH NAMES HAVE BEEN ALTERED TO PROTECT MY POSTERIOR AND KEEP ME OUT OF COURT. WRITER'S LICENSE AND HUMBLE DISCRETION HAVE BEEN USED WHERE AND WHEN I FELT IT EXPEDIENT TO AVOID ADVERSITY OR TO ENHANCE EPISODE INTERVALS.

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The reverend Ronnie Joe and I sat talking over coffee in my kitchen. Neither of us had any clothing on, as it had just been too much trouble to get dressed after our cooperative gratification of my fiancé's long unfulfilled fantasy. Susie was recuperating in the bedroom from the enjoyment of her two-lover fantasy and his wife had retired to their house after being thoroughly satiated the night before. In the background, we could hear the neighborhood awakening to another Saturday of weekend chores and fun. We knew it wouldn't be long before the pre-holiday reverie would be broken by the demands of our lives and families.

"Ronnie," I said, "Now that we've corrupted you totally, how do you feel?"

He sat quietly for several seconds, obviously deep in thought. Then he answered carefully, "I don't exactly understand my feelings at the moment. You kids did not, as you suggested, corrupt me. Every man is master of his own actions and should never blame anyone but himself if he fails in his own expectations. To say that I feel I've done something wicked would be untrue because I can't feel that anything which brought so much enjoyment to so many of us could really be evil. Sexual gratification between agreeable adults (you'll notice I didn't use the word consenting) I CAN NOT denounce.

"Because I'm a minister, certain factions of society expect me to be above personal enjoyment. Whether or not the members of my congregation would understand and accept my having extramarital sex, even with my wife's permission, is certainly open to debate. I suppose I'm still a bit in the old monogamous fidelity mode, as the thought of them finding out does give me pause."

"Sounds to me like you're trying to convince yourself that you've done no wrong," I speculated. "If it's any help, my opinion is that you've done nothing immoral. How can performing such a vital service, as well as providing so much happiness, for four people be considered sinful?"

"Interesting viewpoint. I like to think I've given something worthwhile to everyone", Ronnie sighed. "It is difficult to just forget my religious education and conservative upbringing though."

"Then don't forget your beliefs. Add to them. If your deity is as loving as I've always heard, then surely sharing that love can not be evil. My personal theology is one of open mindedness," I mused. "As an example, I am totally heterosexual. Yet I'm more than willing to allow someone else to enjoy homosexuality, as long as they don't try to force their beliefs on me. By the same token, I would be untrue to my own beliefs if I either tried to convert that person, or more importantly, if I condemned them for their actions and preferences".

"In other words, anything goes as long as the participants are willing, right?" Ronnie thought for a moment more then asked, "How do you feel about sadism, or bestiality, or sex with children?"

"O.K." I answered. "You've got me. I admit there must be limits. It's difficult to set those limits though, I think you'll have to agree. Let's you and I, for the purpose of this discussion and our own peace of mind, prescribe our boundaries as just plain, normal, heterosexual relationships. That sound O.K. to you?"

"You are a smooth talker, you are! I'm not sure but I think I've just made a pact with the Devil. I don't suppose you believe in him either, do you?"

"Not as a red colored, horned, forked tailed entity", I laughingly replied. "I believe that both the decency and the evil of the world are merely manifestations of human thought. I once heard it said that heaven and hell are merely conditions of the mortal mind. I think I can accept that statement."

Ronnie studied me for several long seconds before he continued, "Have you ever thought about being a minister? I'll bet you could out-talk Beelzebub himself if you put your mind to it".

Grinning at the thought, I ventured, "The closest I've ever come to considering preaching is my fantasy of forming my own church. Yeah! It'd be called The First Church Of Computer Science. Of course, I get to program the computer!"

Ronnie groaned, "Is that all you ever think of? There's more to life than sex, you know. Don't you have any plans for the future?"

"Sir!" I reprimanded. "Stand at attention when you mention sex to me. I'll have you know I have nothing BUT plans for the future! I intend to start on them right after I finish screwing every female on the planet!"

"You're hopeless," he laughed.

We talked about many things, as friends are wont to do when they're getting to know one another. A couple of hours of good-humored joshing and almost three pots of coffee later, Ronnie decided he'd better head home. Before he left though, he asked me if I'd be willing to attend his church sometime. Probably because we'd been enjoying each other's company and stories, I was in a particularly congenial mood and agreed before I thought about it.

Within the hour, Ronnie's wife Dianna came over and asked me what in the world I'd said to him. Oblivious to my nudity she told me he was happier than she'd seen him in years and he couldn't stop talking about me. Somehow or other, according to Ronnie, I'd promised to come to his church and talk to the congregation! I found it difficult to speak with my chin bouncing off my knees while Dianna threw her arms around me and tried to roto-route my tonsils.

"Oh that's so wonderful of you," she gushed. "We've been having trouble keeping our flock coming recently. I just know the people who are there tomorrow will love you and they'll tell others. Before long our little church will be overflowing again!"

The difficulty of biting back a scathing, "and so will the collection plate," was magnificently rewarded when she pinned me against the kitchen counter with her gyrating body, kissed me passionately and exited with an, "Oh thank you, thank you!"

I stood dumfounded, pointing at the door that had just closed behind her. No wonder I jumped three feet straight up without my feet leaving the floor when Susie asked, "What was that all about? Do you always point with that?"

Sheepishly I grinned, "I think I just became a minister".

Susie, still quite nude herself, stared at my naked body for a minute. Then she jeered, "Talk about letting the fox loose in the hen house! Letting you preach in church is about like making Hitler a Rabbi! Are you going to do it? 'Cause if you are, there's no way I'm gonna' miss this!"

I managed to stammer out, "I don't know. Ronnie and I were just shooting the bull, or at least that's what I thought we were doing. I gotta' call him".

As I moved to pick up the phone, Susie pulled my body against hers and said, "Hey, it might be interesting. You're always telling me how sexy churches are".

"Right! I can hear it now! I'm going to say, "Brothers and sisters, take off your clothes and we'll explore the religious temples of our bodies together," I sniggered. "You know that's not a bad idea. Maybe I could do something with that".

Then as Susie pulled me to the floor with her, I mumbled, "I'll think about it later!" Eventually we finished our interruption in the bedroom. When she was finally satisfied and dozing peacefully, I quietly slipped out to call Ronnie.

He confirmed that I was invited to speak from his pulpit the following day. I asked how we had gotten from a friendly suggestion that I attend his church to my being a guest speaker. Ronnie apologized and admitted he might have gotten a bit carried away. A BIT?

Like a dummy I agreed to accompany him to his church and said I would give a short talk. No restrictions were to be placed on my elocution and he promised he would back up anything I said. Talk about pressure! I liked the man and surely didn't want to see him burned at the stake, much less frighten away his source of income.

Throughout the evening and deep into the early hours of Sunday morning I wrote and discarded a multitude of notes, thoughts and foolishness. The ideas that came to me were all within the limits of conventional religious doctrine and platitudes. 

Ten o'clock in the morning found me in Ronnie's office with no more idea what I should say than I had envisioned twenty-four hours earlier. He said to relax and I would do just fine. Easy enough to say for a guy who practiced his speaking skills every week. Perhaps, I thought, the audience wouldn't be able to hear me over the noise of my knees knocking together.

The service started with me sitting on the podium like someone who belonged and had at least a vague idea why they were there. After an opening prayer and several welcome (for the delay) songs, Ronnie introduced me simply as a guest speaker. At least this relieved me of having to live up to a title.

I stood, looked out at the small congregation and discovered a hidden gift. I enjoyed the attention of being the star attraction. Within the first few seconds I realized these people were a captive audience and would listen to whatever I said. They also would accept most of it as (no pun intended) gospel and were subject to the power of my voice.

I carefully scanned the dozen or so people before me and took a moment to make eye contact with each one before I spoke. I carefully avoided looking lower as at least a third of the people present were short skirted and attractive. If Susie hadn't had the foresight to bring a tape recorder, I would never have known what I said.

"Sisters and brothers, ladies and gentlemen, girls and boys," I began slowly, allowing myself a few extra moments to think.

"In the interest of truth and honesty I must first tell you I am not a man of God. Actually, I am a man who has questioned the very existence of a supreme deity throughout my life.

Does this make me an atheist?

No! This only makes me a searcher for evidence. For I maintain, that atheism is as dedicated a theological conviction, as is any mainstream religion. A true atheist can declare (with the same conviction as a bible-thumping preacher proclaims his belief in God) that THERE IS NO GOD! I can not do that, but neither can I argue the opposite.

The original concept of a supreme being was mans attempt to explain the unexplainable. I am neither so conceited nor so articulate as to believe that I can improve upon that concept.

Admittedly, I refuse to accept the normal depiction of a white bearded, old man in flowing robes as a manifestation of deity.

My God is nature and the world within which we live.

My God is the goodness and love of humans interacting with each other.

My God is the people of this world who give of themselves unto others so we may all live in peace, harmony and share a bit of happiness one with another.

My God is the nurse who cares enough to give that extra little bit, beyond what's required, to bring comfort to the ailing.

My God is the caregiver who helps an elderly patient through their infirmities and ignores their cantankerous attitude.

My God is the teacher who continues to share their knowledge despite the small pittance our society shares with them.

I pointedly turned to look at Ronnie Joe and his then at his family as I said, My God is the minister who suffers poverty and witnesses his family do without necessities to comfort - and guide - and care for his congregation.

My devil!

My devil is not a red colored demon with a forked tail and an evil leer.

My devil is the hoodlum who wantonly destroys property and feelings of security 'just for the fun of it

My devil is any person who would willfully bring pain to another being!

My devil is the leader who conveys his followers to destruction in the name of power and personal glory.

My devil is any person who says you must believe and act a certain way because that's the way they believe and choose to act.

My devil is any being or concept which deprives me of the license to shape my own future.

My devil is anyone who forcibly separates me from my loved ones.

My devil is anything or anyone who deprives those loved ones of their security.

My devil is anyone who would take away our freedom.

Which brings me to freedom.

Freedom, as defined by the president of Amway and probably badly misquoted by me, is the right to stand in the middle of a room and swing your arms about yourself without restraint.

Freedom ceases when the tips of your fingers begin to hit other people.

After a calculated pause, I continued, Freedom is the right to walk a different road than most of society. As long as you don't trespass on someone's sacred property or personal space I believe it is and should be acceptable to explore alternate, uncharted paths.

This doesn't mean I'm totally immune from prejudices when I encounter someone with a different moral code, or a different political attitude or even a different fashion style than mine.

When I see a man with long hair and an earring, I admit I'm a bit put off by his countenance. Surprisingly, the few individuals of this description I've encountered have turned out to be both pleasant to know and usually are easy to like and become friends with.

Some while back I began to associate with a man who runs a motorcycle shop in town. Through this association, several ladies and gentlemen who are best (carefully) described as bikers have become acquaintances. I admit it was eye opening for me when not only were these people quite nice but both helpful and caring.

My prejudiced attitudes were emphasized for me one night when my car broke down in the rain. It was after two in the morning and I managed to pull into the parking lot at Capital Hill shopping center. Do you have any idea how deserted that lot is at that hour of the morning even though you're on Central?

Had I wanted to burglarize one of the stores I suspect there would have been a multitude of blue clad knights in black and white cruisers there to deter such thoughts.

This particular morning all I had for company was the sound of rain ticking on the roof of my car. Then I heard a low rumble, which quickly became an earsplitting thunder as the noise echoed from the buildings encircling the horseshoe shaped expanse of the parking lot.

Sure enough I had attracted the attention of a group of LEATHER CLAD knights astraddle two wheeled steeds. One fuzzy faced individual with an open vest and no shirt knocked on my window. Fear of reprisal compelled me to open my sanctuary to the wet morning and the equally wet knight.

He smiled and called me by name (much to my surprise as I wasn't aware any of the bikers really knew me that well) and asked if he could help. I told him I had evidently flooded my car on one of the many puddles on Central and the battery was low from trying to start it. Directing me to stay inside my vehicle where it was dry, he told me to pop the hood. Then he asked one of the other bikers for his shirt.

After drying out my wiring and distributor with the shirt, the group put their shoulders to my car and gave me a push start. When I offered to pay, they were almost insulted. Then they followed me most of the way home to make sure I didn't flood out again. All this mind you while they were getting wet and cold themselves.

I would have to say that is my idea of true religion. Helping others and giving of yourself without prejudice or reservation even if it causes you discomfort.

Should I be asked if I believe in God, I would probably immediately answer with an emphatic, "No!"

Yet, I do believe in the sanctimony within each and every person. I believe we form our own theocracies in our minds. What is any religion except mental beliefs and attitudes?

Should I condemn someone because they were brought up to think and believe differently than me?

Is it wrong to believe that there is a white robed individual directing everything on this planet?

Is Allah a lesser deity than God?

Am I so significant that I can judge another person's attitudes and concepts?

I may not agree with someone's moral concepts.

I may not agree with their views on religion.

I may violently disagree with your - or your - or your politics!

But I realize more and more as I grow in experience that this very diversity of ideas is what makes this earth of ours such a wonderful place to live. Personally, I love to experience new theories and learn about different cultures.

Maybe I just love people.

I know I love the bodies we inhabit and I find them quite beautiful. At the risk of raised eyebrows I add to that statement, male as well as female. No, I have no questions about my sexuality and I definitely have no interest in men except as partners for women.

I probably should have been a nudist because I truly enjoy looking at unclothed people. If I seem a bit prejudiced here toward the females in the group, I refuse to apologize.

I also enjoy watching humans procreate. The act of physical love is exciting to most people as evidenced by the fascination to its various aspects we witness everyday from the advertising industry. Were our population not so hung up on sex I sometimes wonder if anything would ever be sold.

Do YOU enjoy looking at the opposite sex unclothed?

Tell me "no!" Then deny your interest the next time a scantily clad model appears on your TV in a commercial. Tell me "no" and I suspect I might find the type of person who will lie about important things also. 

Teasing you pastor the other night I told him I have often fantasized about starting my own church. It would be the First Church Of Computer Sex! And I would get to program the computer.

We shared a good laugh, but as I was thinking about my talk this morning, I remembered that conversation. Should such a church be founded, I can guarantee you the congregation would quickly become quite large. Would this be wrong? Would this be evil? My answer would have to be a profound and emphatic, NO!

Is sex ever evil? Now there's a topic for several months of fruitless discussion.

Personally, I would say no, sex is never evil!

Possibly, there is someone in this chapel today who disagrees with me.

We could argue, discuss and cuss each other until we both turned blue from lack of air and neither of us would probably change our opinion. Who would be right and who would be wrong?

Each of us, in this room today, has already answered that question in the last few seconds to ourselves. Based on our upbringing, our attitudes and yes (that nasty word again) our prejudices we have declared our positions to our own minds.

AND YOU ARE RIGHT!

and I am right,

for everyone is always righteous in the privacy of their own mind. Every individual justifies their own attitudes to themselves.

AND BY GOLLY, no one had better say anything differently because we all know that our way is the only right way!

I leave you with the following challenge. Open your minds, you hearts and share your love with one another. 

The man upon whom this whole concept of religion is based is purported to have said, "Love yee one another!"

Again, I paused long enough to make eye contact with every member of my captive audience, before I concluded with:

I challenge everyone within the sound of my voice today to think carefully upon those words. Ask yourself if you have truly taken them to your heart! Ask yourself if you have given totally of your body and of your mind to fulfill this simple command."

I sat down to the echo of a multitude of "Amen's". I noticed Ronnie Joe seemed momentarily at a loss for words. He sat for several lengthy seconds before slowly rising and standing silently at the podium. There he said, "Brother Leo told me he was unable to prepare his words in advance, even though he spent many hours trying to plan his talk for this morning. I'm sure he will deny this, even to himself, but if ever I heard an inspired sermon that was it."




Church Tales Ch. 6



Again, the "Amen" chorus echoed.

"Unlike Brother Leo, I did prepare a sermon for this morning."

He paused and then slowly continued, "I think I will forgo that missive today because I don't feel I can improve on the words we have just heard. Now this means we will dismiss early this morning. I apologize to all of you who are bothered by that prospect," he said with a broad grin.

"Brother Leo, I would like to take this opportunity to extend an open invitation to you to return to our pulpit anytime. You are without a doubt the most devout skeptic I have ever encountered."

He then went on to ask someone to lead them in song while the collection plate was passed. I later learned that the collection that morning was twice normal size. Selfishly I rather hoped it was due to my words and not just because Ronnie Joe dismissed early.

My final service of the morning was to stand at the front door of the church to shake hands and accept comments from the people filing out. Much to my surprise, everyone seemed to appreciate everything I had said and several congratulated me on my eloquence. Of course, at that time I really did not have a very good idea of exactly what I had said.

Three of the ladies indicated they would like to talk to me further. I was skeptically certain they probably would enjoy the opportunity to spout their philosophies to an admitted heathen. Ronnie Joe was "Johnny-On-The-Spot" helpful as he shared with each of my potential antagonists the location of my house. "Just come over to my place and Brother Leo lives right next door," he cheerfully directed. My desire to express my gratefulness was tempered by both our location and my fear of getting blood all over my best suit.

Susie cuddled up to me and told me what a wonderful job I had done as we drove home. The assurance, though welcome, was not as impressive as was her gently stroking fingers. By the time we parked in my driveway, I was in too embarrassing a condition to walk to the house without holding something in front of myself.

Quickly closing and locking the front door, I grabbed Susie before she could change from the ultra trim fitting dress she had worn to church. Barely beyond the entryway I buried my tongue in her tonsils and held her tightly as I slowly unzipped her. She rubbed up and down my chest with her erect nipples and kicked her shoes away. Without breaking our lip contact I worked her sheath upward until it was bundled about her neck. Once the clasp of her brassier was loose, I broke for air only long enough to lift both garments from her arms and shoulders. Holding her at arms length, I took a moment to appreciate her beautiful, upturned breasts before I again crushed her to my chest. An undeclared contest was going on between us to see whether her nipples could be harder than my straining erection. 

Susie had unbuttoned my shirt and I slipped from it and my suit jacket in a quick, careless motion. Somewhere in the process, my tie had been pulled loose and it was tossed away with the rest of my upper clothing. As my pants and shorts descended around my ankles, I slid my lover's half slip down her gorgeous body. Clad now in only my favorite suit while she wore nothing but her panty hose we rubbed each other almost to mutual climaxes. When she put her hands to the waist of her nylons, I held them to prevent her removing this last item of clothing.

"You're going to ruin another pair of my panty hose, aren't you?" She purred into my ear. "How are you going to cut through the crotch? There's nothing here in the living room to cut with."

"Sure there is. It's pointing at you right now," I licked into her ear.

Grasping my weapon she snickered, "Its point is kind of blunt. Maybe you should help it with your teeth!"

Pushing her back into the lounge chair, I accepted her ingenious invitation and buried my face in the already soaked muskiness between her legs. Rubbing her pubic mound with my teeth, tongue and chin I soon had her panting heavily. Then I gathered a fold of material between my teeth and bit through the material. Once the initial fissure had been rent, it was a simple matter to enlarge the hole with my fingers. Then I spread her beautiful lips wide and probed my tongue as deep into her depths as I could reach.

I've always had a very agile tongue. Unfortunately, it's not quite long enough to touch my nose, much less be of use to smooth my eyebrows. It did seem sufficient to excite Susie, though. 

When I stroked upward and circumscribed her clitoris, then kneaded it against the roof of my mouth, she climaxed with a happy sigh.

Taking advantage of her pinnacle of excitement, I quickly drove my throbbing erection into her momentarily slack muscles. My shaft had not reached its ultimate depth before she clenched me in an almost painful clasp. Her legs wrapped tightly around the back of my calves and she breathed into my ear, "Deeper! Share every bit of yourself with me!" The full power of her leg muscles was holding me so tightly against her I could hardly stroke in and out. I couldn't go any deeper! My hips were in the way.

We were locked together tightly for several minutes before the last of her orgasmic spasms subsided. When she finally relaxed her legs, I felt as if I had been running. It was fantastic! For the next hour, I stroked my lovely Susie in a slow, gentle rhythm until neither of us could resist the erogenous contact we were enjoying together. Simultaneously we consummated our passion in a frantic burst of lust, which left us both satiated and ecstatic.

Afterward, as we showered together, Susie asked me what I was going to say if some of the ladies from the church should decide to visit. Stupidly, without considering the confining limitations of the shower, I said it depended on what they looked like. She hurt me!

As I was drying her off, I admitted I really didn't know what I would say. I just hoped no one really wanted to enter into a complicated theological debate. My knowledge of the bible was definitely not sufficient for any elaborate argument. Susie's suggestion that perhaps my mouth was better suited to other endeavors than arguing led to another pleasant round of caressing and oral stimulation of her body.

We threw together a quite elaborate chef's salad for lunch and ate in the nude. After we had eaten, we were cleaning up our culinary mess when Susie said she had a feeling we should get dressed. Although I took a few moments to enjoy the freedom a lack of clothing afforded us, I too had been getting nervous.

Our prescience was rewarded when only moments after we were clothed, the doorbell rang. Two of the ladies who had seemed especially anxious to talk to me that morning were nervously standing on my front porch. With a tortured glance at Susie, I invited them into our aromatic living room. Until I opened the door to fresh air, I hadn't realized how pungent our lovemaking had left the house. Our guests diplomatically ignored the odor.

"Brother Leo," began the younger of the two, a woman I judged to be in her middle twenties. "I'm Sue ... that is, Sister Susan Monroe, and I ..."

Holding up my hand, I stopped her long enough to ask, "Must we continue with this Sister and Brother (I bit my tongue not to say 'crap') routine? I really would prefer not to be called 'Brother Leo'!"

"Oh! That's fine with us," her companion edited. "We thought you ... That is, Pastor Ronnie Joe ... Well, we thought that was what you preferred. Actually, we never use 'Brother' and 'Sister' unless someone else starts it."

"Good! Now that we've got that cleared up, may I get you ladies something to drink before we get too involved talking?"

"Oh, no thank you," they said almost in chorus.

Shucks! So much for getting them drunk. 

Realizing I couldn't rush them, as they seemed extremely nervous, I leaned back and waited for them to enlighten me as to the purpose of their visit.

After much hemming, hawing and pointless discussion of the weather, the location of my house and I don't remember what else, Joni, the extremely attractive elder of the two said, "Could you explain a bit more about what you said this morning?"

I took a moment to minutely examine each of them. Thin, almost to the point of being too skinny, Sue was perched on the edge of the couch in such a way that her skirt had ridden up her thighs almost to her crotch. I've always been extremely fond of very thin women so I was immensely enjoying the show. Her nervous habit of twirling her fine light brown hair seemed to distract her enough that she was unaware of the enticing view I she was sharing. The nylon was stretched tightly along her fine legs and I could see she had light blue panties under her pantyhose. Momentary fantasies of reaching up her skirt and stroking the center of her being, flashed through my evil little mind.

The cuter of the two, Joni must have decided Sue was never going to get to the point so she interrupted with, "What we really want to know about, is what you meant by sex not being evil. Do you mean you and your wife have extramarital relations?"

Susie looked momentarily nonplussed, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. "I guess you could say Susie and I both have extramarital relations since we're not married. We're engaged, but haven't tied the knot yet."

"Oh. I'm sorry," Joni stammered. "I just naturally thought ... Well you seem to be a couple. You seem so married. I mean, you seem so happy together."

"Why, thank you," Susie answered delightedly. "We are extremely happy together. We are also very supportive of each other and feel that to remain dedicated to one another it would be a mistake to restrict each other's normal desires. If Leo feels attracted to someone else, I understand. It's not a threat to my security for him to have natural urges. If he didn't, I don't think I would not find him as attractive as I do," Susie explained.

"Oh," was all Joni could think to say as she shook her head side to side causing the dark tresses of her short hair to sway around her face like a stage curtain. Pursing her mouth in what appeared to be a disapproving pinch she said, "Are you saying you cheat on each other?"

"No," Susie declared emphatically as she hugged me by the shoulders. "I have never 'cheated' on Leo." Then with just enough break in her statement to insure total attention from our guests she continued, "I haaaaave had sex with other men than Leo. I've even had lovers while Leo was right there with me. Now if that makes me some sort of terrible person, I intend to thoroughly enjoy my depravity."

Sue quietly, and almost breathlessly asked, "Has Leo had other women that you know about."

"Oh sure. I love to watch him. He really make a woman feel special and it's fun to witness someone else luxuriate in his enthusiasm."

Sue's quiet manner caught my attention. When I looked at her, I realized she was extremely turned on. Her knees were about a foot apart and I could see her nipples bulging through the material of her summer dress. She was unwittingly contracting and relaxing her abdominal muscles and her body was gently rocking.

A quick glance at Joni confirmed that she was not much better off than her anxious companion. Though she was seated with her back resting against the couch, her skirt was pulled up and, similar to Sue, her short, supple legs were slightly spread. I couldn't tell if her nipples were hard, but her eyes seemed slightly glazed. Two buttons of her blouse had come undone and the material was gaping open exposing her well-filled bra.

I took Susie's hand and kissed it. She gave me a very small, almost imperceptible nod indicating she had sensed the same thing I had. As I brushed my lips across my lover's hand, Sue licked her lips and the tip of her tongue protruded between her teeth for several seconds. Winking at Susie I moved over to the couch in front of the two ladies goaded onward by Susie's whispered "Go for it," encouragement.

Without a word, I placed my hand on Sue's nyloned thigh. Her initial recoil was quickly replaced by a firm responsive pressure against my audacity. Gently stroking the inside of her leg, I trailed the tips of my fingers from her knee to the wetness between her legs. At the same time, I reached over and slipped my fingers through the opening of Joni's blouse. Both ladies had stiffened momentarily but when Susie smiled and mouthed to them, "Go for it," almost together they leaned back to accept my attentions.

I knew it would be difficult to concentrate on all three of these damsels at once, but I decided I would never get another chance like this. Unbuttoning more buttons, I helped Joni remove her blouse and bra. For such a short, soft little lady she was very amply endowed. Then without removing my fingers from a very willing Sue, I lifted myself high enough to kiss Joni. "I want to see you naked," I breathed into her ear. "Strip for me, please. I want to watch your beautiful little body emerge before me."

I stood up then and quickly stripped my clothes throwing them carelessly out of the way. Waving my already burgeoning interest I challenged, "See what you do to me even before you bare your gorgeous body for me! Remove your cloths slowly so I can enjoy each new speck of exposed skin."

While Joni began a slow, quiet striptease, I helped Sue stand. When she tried to remove her clothes, I stayed her hand and indicated I wanted to undress her. Joni stripped before us as I exposed Sue's gaunt body. Though she was thin, she had a superb figure. Because of the type of clothing she wore, I had expected her chest to be a bit on the flat side. I was quite wrong. When I later surreptitiously checked her bra, I discovered she wore a size 34B.

Probably because I was not as patient as Joni, I eagerly stripped Sue's garments till she wore nothing but earrings and a shy smile. Gently guiding her back onto the couch, I began to explore the depths of her womanhood with my fingers as I kissed her breasts, neck and lips. Never though, did I allow my eyes to stray far from Joni as she completed her unveiling. I held my free hand out to her when she was ready.

Joni sat on the couch next to Sue and guided my hand between her legs. "I'm more than ready. Feel how wet I am? I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me now! Please! I can't wait!"

Never one to deny a lady in distress, I positioned myself between Joni's legs and entered her with no further preliminaries. The fingers of my right hand were still buried deep inside Sue and she seemed to be quite content with this arrangement for the moment. After only a few strokes Joni suddenly arched her back and panted, "Now! Drive me hard now! YES! I'm there!" Then she kept repeating, "YES! I'm there," over and over, more quietly each time she said it, as she exploded in ecstasy.

Sue was so wet watching this performance her fluids were dripping from my hand, dripping off my wrist and streaming down her legs. As soon as Joni relaxed her scissors grip on my body, without asking or warning, I slowly slipped into Sue.

"Oh, Jesus! It's been so long," she moaned. "Oh, God I needed this. Oh, thank you! Oh, thank you!" She began to repeat this mantra in rhythm with our strokes. When I say our strokes, I do mean OUR strokes. Her back arched high off the couch and she pumped me in a cadence all her own. Just when I thought she was about to climax, her pistoning became more frantic and she screamed at me in a low voiced growl, "Don't hold back! Let yourself go and shoot your hot seed deep up inside me. I want to feel your excitement. I want to feel you let go! CREAM ME! CUM IN ME! THAT'S IT! SHOOT IT INTO ME! Ohhhhhh!" She continued growling these unnecessary motivations at me for the next several frantic strokes.

Her wanton arousal had caused me to lose my control and before I could resist, my life juices poured deep into the void she had asked me to fill. Even I could tell that the temperature of my ejaculation was higher than normal. The lady had really made me hot and now I was able to share some of my delight!

I sank onto the couch between my two lovers and had just leaned back to relax when a very naked Susie straddled me. "The only condition we impose on each other is that we never neglect each other," she explained to our two guests. "Now it's my turn. I'm so hot from watching you guys I can't wait."

When she realized my baton was totally limber, she began to stroke it and caress my testicles. Leaning over she was about to give a bit of oral stimulation when instead she raised up and said, "Whew! You smell terrible! There's no way I'm taking that thing into my mouth when it smells like that! I'll be right back."

She returned with the necessary equipage then proceeded to both clean me and excite me at the same time. When I was scrubbed to her satisfaction, she invited Sue and Joni to help her. All three of them ministered to my limber countenance until it was again flagpole straight. Of course, my touches to their bodies helped repairs a bit also. I would always rather caress than be caressed.

Susie straddled me again, slipped my ready tool into her anxious cavity and told me to lay still. Within moments, she had brought herself to a small peak and then Joni took over. Then Sue took over. Then Susie took over. Then Joni took over. Then Sue ... then Susie ... then Joni ... then ... Ecstatically I lost track of which of the lovely ladies was riding me.

I don't remember how many times the three of them reached their respective plateaus but they carefully kept me in suspense for most of the afternoon. Every time I was just about to ejaculate they would quit stroking on me and either pull completely away, or worse yet, wash me again. Just before suppertime they all three ganged up on me and allowed me to pour out a virtual flood of pent up enthusiasm. I was buried inside someone when I finally came, but I'm not even sure whom. All I remember is that as soon as the initial burst was over, they all milked me with their fingers and mouths, until my toes were drained. It was frustrating but it was the most glorious experience I had ever encountered.

We all went out to dinner together and I talked all three girls into wearing dresses with nothing underneath. The steak house we went to had young waiters and I suspect our youthful gentleman tells the story, of the group of sex maniacs he waited upon, to this day. Almost every time he came to our table, the seating arrangement had changed. Under the secrecy of the tablecloth, I would finger two of my companions sufficiently to insure that one of them would orgasm, and then they would change places and someone else would be in the hot seat (pun intended). Whomever was able would feed me whenever necessary.

On the trip home, the long way I might add, I made love to each of them twice in the back seat of the car. The person in the passenger seat got to watch our actions and was free to do whatever she felt necessary to assist us or to be ready for the next turn. First Susie drove while Sue watched. Joni and I started by kissing and petting like a couple of teenagers at a drive-in movie. I ran my hands up the skirt of her cutely pudgy little body and began to finger her even before we were out of the restaurant parking lot. She stretched across the seat and laid her head in my lap begging me with her seductive powder blue eyes to excite her. This position allowed me to easily slip my hand down the top of her dress and fondle her nicely rounded breasts. After a few minutes of this, she placed her feet on the seat with her knees pointing to the ceiling of the car. Hiking her skirt around her waist she spread those knees wide giving me access to her very wet pubic hair and the delights which lay hidden within.

I had been teasing the hard bud of her elongated clit when she demanded in her sensual baritone; "You know what I need now! I want more than just your finger in me. I want to feel your body crushing me as you pound into me. Susie! Go find a really bumpy road please."




Church Tales Ch. 6



Stripping the remainder of my clothing, I climbed into the inviting valley between those wide spread knees. Joni huffed and panted as the car bumped along. I don't know if Susie found a bumpy road, but there were more than sufficient indentations in the road to impel me deeply into my favorite pit. Although it was very exciting, we couldn't maintain a steady rhythm so neither of us was having much success achieving an orgasm. We probably had driven (again, pun intended) at least twenty minutes this way when I had an inspiration.

"Tell us about your first time," I suggested. "I'll bet it was exciting for you, wasn't it?"

Joni thought for several seconds and then in cadence with our stroking she began. "Oh yeah! It's always been exciting for me! I was only fifteen. My boyfriend, or so I called him then, was seventeen and I realize now all he wanted was to get into my pants. His parents both worked so I wasn't supposed to go to his house except when my folks were sure we would be chaperoned. One weekend his parents got to go to Elephant Butte Lake with some of their friends and Mark (my boyfriend) had to stay behind for a football game."

Of course, we didn't tell my parents that his parents were out of town. Therefore, when I went to his house, on Saturday afternoon before the game, they thought there would be adults there. We had been going together almost six months and he had been finger fucking me almost from the start. We ..."

I interrupted her at this point to inquire, "Take a minute and tell us how that started."

"Ummm! That was neat! He gave me a ride home from MYF a couple of times and we started kissing. He played with my boobs and I didn't stop him 'cause it felt so good." "About the fourth or fifth time he drove me home, we were parked down the street from my house and I let him open my blouse and undo my bra. He rubbed my nipples till they were almost raw and then, when I told him it hurt, he began to kiss and nurse them. It was fantastic! I almost came just from that. Well I was really hot that night and when he slipped his hand up my skirt, I didn't stop him. I can still remember the feel of his fingers as he stroked them up my leg and began to rub my panties. Hell, I not only didn't resist him; I spread my legs wider so he could reach me easier. Boy did he ever reach me! First he rubbed the fabric into my crack then he worked his finger past the band of my panties."

With a quick little laugh she continued, "When his finger slipped into me I bit his tongue. Of course he jerked away from me and I immediately felt empty where his finger had been. I told him how sorry I was and said he had just startled me. Then to prove it I slipped my panties off and guided his hand back where it had been. He quickly took up right where he had left off, only a little hesitant about kissing me. Within minutes, I was panting so hard all the windows were fogged over. In and out, up and down he worked his finger. Finally he discovered my clit (actually we discovered it because it was new to me too) and I came for the first time in my life. From that night on I was hooked."

"So when I had the chance to sneak over to his house that day with no one there to watch us, I jumped at it. He began taking my clothes off as soon as the front door closed behind me. By the time we reached his bedroom, I was naked and he only had his shorts and his socks on. The socks were kind of a turn off, but I soon forgot about them."

"Now even though he had seen my body, I had never even seen his bare chest. So I was curious and more fascinated than scared when he dropped his shorts and this awesome rock hard spear pointed at me. He asked me to wrap my fingers around it and I was more than happy to please him. While I held him, he began to kiss me all over. We had been very intimate with our hands but he had never before used his mouth on me (at least not between my legs). I just lay on his bed and let him do whatever he wanted to. First, as I said he kissed me all over, then he began to concentrate between my legs. I found out later that he was as new to that as I was, but he seemed to know what he was doing at the time. Actually, he was experimenting. Fortunately, he was a fast learner."

"All the things he was doing felt so good I just relaxed and let give me pleasure. After a while he crawled between my legs and began kissing me from my pussy hair, up across my stomach, sucking my nipples and then kissing me on the lips. He did that a couple of times and then while we were kissing I felt his dick slip into me. It didn't hurt! Not even a little bit! There was no blood later either. He was a little disappointed by this because he had been told that a real virgin always bled. I explained to him that I had probably lost my cherry years ago either in gym class or while I was riding horses. Of course I didn't tell him it also might have been all the things I had been shoving up myself ever since I discovered how good that felt."

"We screwed like a couple of wild animals all the rest of that day and almost the whole day Sunday. It's a wonder I didn't get pregnant. I don't know to this day why I didn't but I've never regretted either having sex with him or not getting pregnant. Definitely, I don't regret not getting pregnant by him."

"Um Hmmm," I panted. "I hope telling that excited you because it made me so horny I'm about to burst."

With a malicious little giggle, Joni pulled me close and told me, "It didn't affect me at all, except when I came twice."

"You subtle little fox," I murmured into her silky hair. "Why don't you go drive for a bit while I see if your history affected Sue?" I kissed her deeply one more time and then helped her into her dress.

Susie pulled over and we played musical seats. I was not at all surprised to discover Sue was dripping wet when she got into the back with me. She had me stretch out across the seat and without removing her dress she straddled me.

As she guided me into her she said, "That made so hot I thought I was going to explode. I wish I had lost it like you did, Joni. I was almost twenty before I let a boy invade my clothing. All those years I missed. Hell, I'm just barely twenty-five now. That means I've only been having sex for about six years. If you don't mind me asking Joni, how old are you now?"

No answer was immediately forthcoming from the driver's seat so we all waited nervously for fear Joni might resent the question. Finally, she said she would tell us all if we would tell her how old each of us was. I answered, through my panting, that I had just turned twenty-one and Susie would be twenty-one on May fourth.

"God, you kids make me feel like an old woman," Joni said. "Well, fair's fair. I promised I guess. I'll be thirty in October."

"Hey, old woman," I teased. "Can I invade your body a few hundred more times before you're over the hill and all wrinkled up? You are one fabulously sexy lady. I love having sex with each of you and I want to say this right here in front of all of you." Then in cadence with our strokes I puffed, "You ... are ... as ... tight ... as ... anyone ... I ... have ... ever ... had ... sex ... with. All ... three ... of ... you ... are ... fabulous! What ... did ... I ... do ... to ... be ... so ... lucky?"

Everyone giggled, but no one answered me. When my exertions slowed after a bit, I asked Joni, "I know it's a bit late to ask this, but are you married?"

"Not any more," Joni hollered back over the seat. "I married when I was nineteen and divorced when I was twenty one."

Susie teased, "Jeez, you mean you went nine years without sex?"

With a sexy little titter, Joni giggled out, "Well, not quite, and your math is bad, too."

We all laughed and then things became quiet while Sue and I practiced our aerobic exercises. Joni was just as good as Susie at finding pits in the road.

Some while later I challenged Sue, "Are you going to tell us the erotically dirty nitty gritty of how you lost your virginity?"

"I'm afraid my story is no where near as exciting as Joni's was. As I said, I was almost twenty before I discovered sex. My boyfriend and I had been going together since our sophomore year of high school. I hadn't let him do anything except kiss me and even then, I was so stupid I didn't know enough to relax my lips. I must have been like kissing a knothole. We had gone on several trips together and I always made him get me a separate room."

"Well we had gone to Aspen for Christmas and one of the rooms he reserved was accidentally (or so the motel said) rented to someone else. It was snowing like mad so we were stuck sharing the same single bedroom. I told him not to get any ideas or try anything funny or we were through. I wasn't going to let him do anything, even if I had to sleep in a chair in the lobby. He assured me that after almost five years of resisting temptation he thought he could probably be trusted. The first night things went fine. He slept on his side of the bed and I slept on mine.

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, the next day he slipped getting onto the chair lift and was drug several feet with his face in the snow. Nothing was broken but he was badly skinned up and his crotch was raw where he rode the pole of the chair lift before he could be rescued."

"That night I could see he was in obvious pain and his pajamas were irritating his wounds. Finally, I told him I wouldn't look if he wanted to sleep without anything on. Even after he came back to bed in the dark though, I could hear him moan every time the covers touched his body. I knew he was miserable and that he was trying not to keep me awake with his problems. The doctor had given him some salve to ease the pain and I offered to spread it on his body for him. Naturally, I had to turn on the light to see what I was doing. That was the first time I had ever seen a man without his clothes. Oh, I had seen pictures, had baby-sat when I was younger and I knew the facts of life. But never before had I really seen a naked man."

"I tried to look somewhere else as I rubbed the salve onto his body around his most private areas. It was impossible not to examine him as I worked. Otherwise, I would most likely have hurt him by rubbing too hard in the wrong places. His private parts were quite raw from being scraped and pinched. When I began to spread the salve onto his limp shaft, it quickly became stiff. He apologized, while I flushed a brilliant red. I also was becoming excited myself though I didn't recognize it until too late."

"John did though."

"Oh yes he surely did! He saw my nipples swell beneath my flimsy nightgown and slowly reached up and rubbed his hand across my breast. I started to protest but putting his finger to his lips, he silenced me. He whispered, "Please don't resist. You want me to caress you as much as I want to touch your body."

"Then he pulled me to him and kissed my breast through the fabric of my gown. I had never experienced such a thrill. I didn't resist as he nursed me to my first sexually induced hard nipple. When he pulled my nightgown from my shoulders I closed my eyes and told myself it was time to stop being such a silly goose. This was what should have happened years before."

"John sucked my breasts until I thought they would surely produce something for him to drink. Then he began to massage between my legs, again through the material of my nightgown. I tried to resist but my body had its own criterion and I couldn't deny my own pent up feelings. I was glad when he finally removed my clothing but I was shy lying naked before him because I was afraid he wouldn't like what he saw. I'm so damned skinny! Without another word, he began kissing me and fondling my nipples. I still remember how he rubbed the nipples of each breast between his thumb and finger until they were so hard I thought they might burst."

"When he began to slip inside me, I tried to stop him. Not because I didn't want him, but because I was afraid he would hurt himself. He told me it couldn't possibly be any more painful than his frustration was becoming. I was terribly embarrassed at how wet I had gotten. Soon though, I was thankful for all my moisture because he went on and on. We started having sex about eleven o'clock and when the sun came up the next morning he was still pumping in and out. I don't think he ever came that night and I know I surely didn't. I was still too hung up on being a 'nice girl' to allow myself to totally relax and enjoy."

"We moved in together and lived together for almost three years. I never had an orgasm all the time we were together. He finally moved out and moved in with another girl because she could climax. One time, after we split, he told me he never really enjoyed sex with me because he felt I wasn't enjoying it. How stupid! It felt good and we shared a closeness we wouldn't have otherwise enjoyed. I didn't need him to make me see skyrockets and cannons. I just needed the closeness back then."

Lest the mood become somber I pulled Sue hard down onto me and said, "What do you need now? You certainly do a fantastic job of launching those skyrockets and cannons these days. How did you learn to be so responsive? When you're about to climax, I can feel your muscles tighten and you absolutely gush inside. Ummm, and you do feel good to me, you're so tight inside."

"After John and I broke up I went a bit wild for awhile. I've never been much of a drinker but I began hanging out at the campus bars. Naturally, guys tried to hit on me even though I stuck to sipping soft drinks. Hell, guys in bars would try to hit on a gorilla if she smiled at them. Anyhow, I went home with several guys but no one really knew how to satisfy me. If I had been a drinker I probably would have been more relaxed and most likely would have enjoyed those times more. As it was, all I got was screwed in more ways than one. The guys got their kicks while I just got more frustrated and usually sore afterwards."

"One night I had been sending all the studs packing because I just wasn't in the mood for any of their immature bull. An older man, probably about mid thirties came in and we began talking. He seemed nice enough and I thought, what the hell, I've given it to some of these kids and they don't know what to do with it. Maybe this guy can give me whatever it is I'm missing."

"Well, we went to his motel room and proceeded to have the same old boring sex I had found with everyone else. He screwed me that night and again the next morning and it was all right, but nothing spectacular. We talked about it a bit and he asked me if I could stay with him for the rest of the morning. It was a Saturday so I was free until Monday though I didn't tell him all of that. He told me he had a friend he wanted me to meet and he thought this friend might be able to help me. I figured the 'friend' was some kind of sex therapist or psychiatrist or something."

"A few minutes later Bob, my friend of the previous twelve hours, returned with another man about his same age. He introduced his friend as Glen and sat down across the room from us. First Glen asked me to tell him a bit more about my sexual problems. I glanced at Bob wondering how much he had told this stranger but decided perhaps talking about my hang-ups might help."

"Glen quickly discovered that I had never achieved an orgasm. Then he began to ask me specific, somewhat embarrassing questions about what I found exciting, what had turned me on in the past and how I felt right at that moment. When I mumbled something about not really being able to talk about anything so personal, he sensitively began to ask me very specific questions."

"He wanted to know if I enjoyed having my nipples stroked. Did I like to have them sucked? I was so self-conscious I could only nod to his questions. When he asked me if I liked having a man stick his tongue inside me, I nearly crawled under the bed. He wouldn't allow me not to answer though. I finally admitted I didn't know because it had never happened."

"Then he stood up and effortlessly lifted me from my chair and into his arms. He kissed me gently on the lips, then began to nibble and kiss my neck and throat. When I tried to resist he grabbed me about the waist and before I could stop him lifted my blouse over my head. The next thing I knew Bob was unfastening my bra while Glen kept my mouth entertained with his."

"Then both of them began to nurse my tits. Being nursed has always been one of the few things I truly liked. To have two men sucking on me at the same time was so exciting I was wet before I knew it. Glen then turned my back to him, put his arms under mine and hugged me while Bob pulled my pants off. Before I knew what was happening Glen was again suckling me and Bob was running his tongue up and down the slit between my legs. Bob began nibbling my clit and I went a bit wild. I wiggled and twisted trying to enhance what he was doing to me and at the same time push my chest deeper into Glen's mouth."

"Bob ate me till I saw the proverbial stars and pinwheels then moved up to excite my lips and nipples while Glen shifted down to piston slowly in and out of me. Every time I reached another climax, they changed positions. By the time they finally allowed me to relax, seven hours had gone by. I was physically exhausted and really hung up on multi-partner sex. I love watching one man become aroused by another man's love making to me."

Sue's narrative had aroused me so much I couldn't hold back and filled her with at least a gallon of my coital liqueur.

We stopped at a service station to play musical mounts and relieve ourselves. The gas jockey probably spent the rest of the night choking his chicken from the show the ladies put on for him. Susie rubbed her ample endowments across his arm as she asked for the restroom key. Not to be outdone, Joni "accidentally" dropped the key and had to bend over in front of him to retrieve it. A teasing, "Doesn't that hurt?" was Sue's verbal contribution as she stared at the front of his pants. She choked on a mouthful of the Diet Pepsi she had bought when Susie teasingly reprimanded her, "Shame on you Sue! No one else had to have oral sex with him!" We left the poor guy frustrated with a starry look in his eyes.

Still clothed Susie sat beside me and began to lovingly stroke my happily overworked and flaccid member. I leaned back and told her it might be a while before I was again able to perform the duties she was so anxiously desiring. Even with her expertise it took almost two minutes to restore my blood circulation.

The soft red sheath she wore was so form fitting it left no doubt as to her climatic comfort. Every goose bump stood out like a small mountain which allowed the fullness of her nipples to become major volcanoes. She lifted the hem only high enough to allow her freedom of movement as she straddled my willing torso. Because of our many years together she knew the best way to revive my spirits was the touch of her wet and anxious womanhood. As I looked at the skintight red blur before me I said, "Please take that dress off. I want to watch your body respond as we make love."

"Uh Uhh," she purred. "Not until you're harder and longer than that!"

Her anticipation was drawing me to new dimensions which I thought impossible after my first two excursions down history lane. Eventually she became aroused enough to let me lift the veil from her charms. I brought her to the edge of the plateau several times but would press my magic wand deeply into her and then arrest all motion until her excitement waned. Finally, she pleaded with me to let her detonate the pent up charge she was holding.

"I want to hear about your first time. I don't mean our first time, because that wasn't your initiation, was it?"

Susie froze and tried to sluff my comment off with a giggle, but I persisted. "Don't be secretive with me. We've always been able to talk about anything. Please, it will really turn me on to hear about your first sexual experience!"




Church Tales Ch. 7



Chapter 7: The New Church

THE FOLLOWING STORY IS TRUE. ALL EVENTS AND BEHAVIOR ARE FAITHFUL ACCOUNTS OF PAST EVENTS, ALTHOUGH NAMES HAVE BEEN ALTERED TO PROTECT MY POSTERIOR AND KEEP ME OUT OF COURT. WRITER'S LICENSE AND HUMBLE DISCRETION HAVE BEEN USED WHERE AND WHEN I FELT IT EXPEDIENT TO AVOID ADVERSITY OR TO ENHANCE EPISODE INTERVALS.

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Leo had been asked by The Reverend Ronnie Joe to speak at his church. Although originally I suggested that this was like asking Hitler to chant at a synagogue, the day had gone exceptionally well. It culminated with two of the ladies from the congregation sharing their bodies and memoirs of their first sexual encounters with us.

Our playmates of the previous evening and early hours of the new day having departed we slept until late the Monday morning. Sometime shortly after sunrise (about noon) our neighbor, the Reverend Ronnie Joe Wilson shook us awake and asked for a full account of what had transpired the night before. He had seen us leave with Joni and Sue in the early evening. His curiosity whetted almost beyond endurance he had lain awake until our return in the early morning. What these two "devout" members of his congregation could have found in common with Leo and me stretched the limits of his imagination.

Purposely teasing him I slipped from beneath the sheets in my full birthday glory and padded to the bathroom. Leo, taking my cue, mumbled, "Susie can tell you better than me," and rolled over pretending to snore again. I languidly relieved myself, washed my face, combed my hair, brushed my teeth and added a bit of color to my lips. Poor Ronnie was bouncing up and down on the edge of the bed like a four-year old awaiting Xmas by the time I finally returned to the bedroom.

Casually I said, "Oh we went out to supper with Sue Monroe and Joni Ferguson. They were quite impressed with Leo's remarks yesterday and wanted to ask him for more specific instructions." Then as I headed out the door I hollered over my shoulder, "Come on sleepyhead! Get up! I'm hungry."

Ronnie Joe followed me down the hall leashed behind me by his nosiness and my nudity. "What did they want to know? You didn't tell them about us ... I mean, you didn't tell them about Dianna and me having sex with you guys did you?"

"Oh sure," I nonchalantly yawned. "They didn't think it was anything special. Just a bunch of people enjoying each other is all they said about it. WHY, are you ashamed you made love to me or embarrassed that your wife slept with my fiancé? Oh, I know! You're embarrassed about how turned on you were watching your wife fuck Leo!"

"NO! NO!" he practically whined. "I mean no, I'm not ashamed of having made love with you." Then after a short pause he quickly added, "or anything else we've done. I'm just worried that maybe, some people in the church might not ... understand ... about our ... relationships ... yet."

"Yet?" I asked with a happy squeal. "Then you're planning on telling everyone in your congregation about your new commitment to free love? Oh, Ronnie! I think that's wonderful," I said as I threw my arms around his neck and wrapped my indecently exposed body tightly around him, "and so brave!" As our lips met, I could feel his reaction rising against my bare flesh.

"Well, I really would like to," he stammered. "But I just don't know where, or how, to begin. I don't dare antagonize anyone. We're just barely making enough now to survive so I need every bit of their support I can get. This is the only way I've ever made a living. There's nothing else I know how to do. If I drive my congregation away, I'll be in real trouble. I'll be out of a job!"

"Oh how disappointing! Here I thought you were dying to tell everyone how wonderful I am," I teased as I unfastened his pants. His ready, randy tool sprang from its confines as if released by a trigger. "Um, now that's not disappointing! That's how I like to see a man react to me," I purred.

Ronnie stood up straighter and his next comment truly surprised me. Depreciatingly he said, "Yeah, but you know you don't really have what I like in a woman." As my eyes widened in astonishment, he grinned and continued, "ME!"

"Oh, you're so wonderfully naughty," I said as I nibbled on his lower lip. My tongue sought his tonsils while I wrapped both legs around his waist. His upthrust shaft slipped easily into my very wet depths and he leaned back against the wall. Because he had been ogling my young body ever since I had slipped from the sheets his staying power was compromised. His hot seed sprayed against the depths of my pleasure within a deplorably few strokes. 

Leo had quietly entered the kitchen while Ronnie was relating his financial woes. Quietly observing our union had strengthened his attitude to rock hard proportions. No sooner had Ronnie filled my wanton tunnel than Leo pressed against my back. I was now sandwiched between my two lovers. Ronnie pulled his rapidly deflating shaft from me and Leo pressed into the vacated space. "Don't pull away," he admonished. "Keep your legs wrapped around Ronnie," he instructed as he began a slow penetration. "Oh god I love a wet deck," he moaned as my breasts stroked up and down against Ronnie.

What he said was obviously true, for he proved it by quickly making my deck wetter. Conveniently, the thrill of having such a delightful communion against him had revitalized Ronnie. Leo shrank from me and Ronnie replaced him so quickly I almost failed to notice the changing of the guard. This time we took delectably longer than the first session. I also insisted that Ronnie lower me to the floor so I could raise my legs to his shoulders. While he probed my backbone Leo kissed and nursed me. I cuddled his balls and stroked his eagerly waiting shaft so that when Ronnie again added to my moisture Leo would be truly ready to enjoy my wet deck.

Like Ronnie he positioned my ankles on his shoulders and proceeded to grind my backbone into the carpet. Much as I hate rug burns, I never seem to be able to avoid them in the heat of passion. Ronnie had stroked me to three climaxes and now he was positioned behind Leo watching our pleasure.

"This is absolutely beautiful to witness. Every time you plunge into her some of our cum trickles out and runs down that gorgeous little rear. I'm getting hard again just watching. Now, I don't want you be startled but I'm going to rub my finger in that lovely white stream until I feel you cum, Susie."

Because his fingers were tracing an erotic path down the crack of my ass, I did just what he asked. I came with mind-boggling intensity! Then he gently began to probe my nether hole with his finger. "Don't," I beseeched him. "I'm not into that,"

Slipping his finger gingerly into my rear caused me to pucker tightly and squeal. Then he pressed that finger against Leo's shaft inside me causing me to pleadingly screech, "Oh yes! Finger me Ronnie! I'm cumming again! Oh! Don't stop! Push it up against Leo!" I shrieked my pleasure when I exploded again, thus causing Leo to implant his hot elixir deep within me. Wonderful warm cum slithered down between my ass cheeks as he lowered my legs and snuggled against me with his arrow still in my quiver. Ronnie spooned against my backside so that I was sandwiched between the two as I allowed myself to drift off for a few moments recuperation.

When I woke Ronnie was gently stroking in and out of me while Leo was puttering around the kitchen. It soon became apparent that Ronnie wasn't trying to bring either of us to a climax. He was just intimately sharing our post coital relaxation. Our mutual stimulation lasted several minutes until we were both pleasantly vanquished.

"Maybe I have a few suggestions that might increase your fortune, Ronnie. That is, if you two could leave off with the early morning sex long enough to have a bite of breakfast ('Yeah, right!' I thought, 'early morning at one o'clock in the afternoon!') " Directing his attentions to me, Leo asked, "You want to cook or make coffee?"

"Actually I was rather expecting you to serve me breakfast in bed," I teased back.

Dodging his soft caress (I assume that was why he was swinging his hand toward my bare bottom) I skittered across the room to the coffee maker. Leo started bacon frying, had bagels in the toaster and eggs already broken out into coffee cups. While I watched he gracefully slithered the eggs from their containers into a large skillet without breaking even one yolk. Four distinct circles of two eggs each were slowly cooking by the time I had the coffee measured and the water poured. He slapped hash brown patties along side the bacon then sat down at the table with Ronnie and me. I will never understand how anyone, not trained as a professional chef, could cook as efficiently as my Leo. Especially I admire his dexterity with hot grease and a naked body. I'd have burned permanent messages into my tender skin.

At Leo's suggestion I phoned Dianna and asked her to join us. She was momentarily disconcerted when she discovered the three of us sitting naked at the table. "I swear I'll never get used to living next door to a nudist colony," she burbled. Leo silenced her comments with a deep kiss as he slowly removed her clothing. While his hands lovingly slid the garments from her body, she massaged his direction finder with her hands. She stood in nothing but her panties with her ample breasts tautly pointing at him as he ran his once again rigid rod up the front of her crotch. Quickly kissing down the length of her body he dropped the last barrier of her modesty and buried his tongue in the depths of her desire. "Breakfast is almost ready, but with your permission I would like a quick appetizer. That is if it's O.K. with you," he kissed into her ear. Their union was quick and frantic lasting less than a minute but both seemed satisfied with their "appetizer".

Seated back at the table with our various attributes exposed didn't seem to bother anyone, so he began, "Now Ronnie, I needed Dianna here because this discussion concerns her too. How many people do you actually have in your congregation? Counting even the ones who only come once or twice a year."

"Maybe forty five or fifty if I count everyone who ever attends our church," Ronnie answered after a moments thought. Dianna nodded her affirmation.

"How much money did all those folks donate to you last year?" Then before either could answer, Leo held up his hand to forestall them and continued, "I don't really want you to tell me that. What I want is for you to consider these next questions and then allow me to make a few suggestions. Do you think you're going to receive as much money this year as you did last year? From what you've told me attendance is down and your church is already headed for financial trouble, right? Your livelihood would truly be hurt if someone quit attending, wouldn't it? What you really need is new blood, not just loyalty from the people you have now, wouldn't you agree?"

Reflectively nodding his head in the affirmative Ronnie mulled over the questions as Leo returned his attention to his cooking. An instant later Leo placed a beautiful breakfast before us and calmly began to eat. The bacon was just crisp enough to hold its shape, the potatoes were golden brown on both sides, the egg whites were firm while the yolks were still soft. Bagels should always be toasted and buttered as Leo had prepared ours. Then from somewhere within Leo's magic kitchen appeared orange juice to go with our coffee.

I have seen Leo do this trick numerous times but try as I might I have never been able to get everything to come out just right at the exact same moment. Knowing from the instant I opened my mouth that I was going to stick my foot in, I asked, "How do you do that? I mean, how do you get everything to come out perfect, all at the same time and even have time to enjoy a quickie while you wait?"

The corners of his mouth slyly wrapped around the back of his ears as he nonchalantly answered, "I just turn all the fires down real low."

Damn, he's smooth! Had I been Dianna, I think I would at least have bitten him for the "low fires" comment.

While he munched contentedly on his repast I again marveled at my fortune to have such a talented cook, mechanic, housemate and devoted lover. Now I suspected he was about to reveal another of his numerous talents and rescue Ronnie Joe from financial ruin. I wasn't disappointed!

"Ronnie, I assume you've answered all those questions I asked you? Now come the hard ones. First question, for which I actually want an answer, is why do people come to your church?"

Without a moments hesitation, Ronnie Joe spouted his indoctrinated answer, "Why, to hear the word of the Lord, of course!"

"Bull shit," sneered Leo. "They come by habit. If you really believe any one of them comes to 'hear the word', I challenge you to find one of them who can tell you what was said five Sundays ago. People have been taught to believe in the duty of church attendance. Most of the American population has been propagandized into the acceptance of Christianity as their belief. I'm not criticizing your religion here; I'm pointing out that the majority of people in this country are brainwashed into the mainstream of religious doctrine before they are old enough to make rational decisions. What do you suppose would happen if you were to deviate from the normally accepted teachings of your faith?"

"I'd be kicked out of my pulpit," Ronnie quickly answered.

"What if you slowly introduced new ideas which your group liked but were not within the mainstream concepts of that religion? Do you suppose there might be a possibility that before you lost your pastorate you could develop enough of a following to begin a new church? If most of the congregation left that building they now meet in and pursued you could you be their leader somewhere else? SURE YOU COULD! The only remaining question to be answered then is where would you meet. Would it be possible to meet in your home until another building could be found?"

I could see by the dazed look in Ronnie's eyes that he was about to overload on questions. Dianna's eyes were also beginning to glaze over. Hoping to rescue them, I asked Leo, "What kind of new ideas are you thinking of?"

"Our experiences last night convinced me that there's an opportunity to establish a whole new concept of religion in this area. If we carefully recruit a core group of like minded individuals (by that I mean people who think alike) I believe this thing can quickly grow beyond anything you've ever seen before," Leo mused (I caught the 'we' though Leo seemed unaware of it).

"You've lost me," Ronnie said, then began firing questions back to Leo. "What are you talking about? What happened last night? How am I supposed to begin this wondrous undertaking? You actually believe there might be a way to make this idea of yours pay off?" (His eyes really glazed during that last question.)

"Sorry! I didn't mean to leave you behind there," Leo laughed. "O.K. I'll try to explain my thoughts more precisely. Last night I enjoyed an extraordinary sexual interlude with two of your members as well as my own lovely Susie (I turned red clear to the tips of my ... toes). They're probably not going to be overjoyed that I told you about it, but I believe they'll forgive me when all is explained."

"What I propose is to use Joni and Sue to build a congregation for a church which recognizes the sanctification of sex. I suspect there a lot of people who would enjoy stimulating their sexual desires while attending to their devotional needs. My idea is to ask the ladies to bring one other sexually liberated person, preferably male, to my house tomorrow evening. In my devious little mind, I'm planning an orgy when they get here. Then I will ask each of those four people to bring someone new here Sunday evening. If we can do that each Sunday for two months and everyone actually brings someone new each week, we would have over five hundred people by the end of the period."

Dianna held her hand up like a school pupil and asked, Do you really think people will be cooperative about combining religion and sex?"

"Not only do I think people will be interested, but I'll stake my future on it. Next month, when classes end, I'll not register for the spring semester. Instead, I'll devote my full time efforts to helping you build this organization," Leo enthused.

Both of our guests' eyes brightened at the thought of such a large group. Obviously, the prospect of so many people donating to their finances never crossed either of their minds. I felt certain both were only thinking of spiritual prospects.

"Keep in mind though, it's highly unlikely that everyone will bring someone new each week. Still, I suspect that we could have a core group of well over a hundred members by the end of the two-month period. That's more than twice the number of members you now have, right?" Then after a moments reflection he said thoughtfully, "You know, I'll bet to get this off the ground financially we need as many men as possible. Uh huh. Yeah! I'll have to remind the ladies how much fun it is to have more than one partner. How does my idea sound to you, Susie?"

"I think you better concentrate on getting as many females as possible. No gal is going to want to have sex with a hundred guys. At least not every week," I giggled.

Leo contacted the ladies and presented his idea to them. Even he was surprised at how quickly both forgave him and embraced the opportunity. We tried Leo's idea Tuesday evening with marvelous results. Dianna, Sue, Joni and I, having conspired by phone, agreed among ourselves to all dress similarly. Each of us had on dresses with hose and heels with not a bra among us. Ronnie and Leo of course knowing what was coming, were randy and ready most of the day but by mutual agreement no one would even give them a kiss on the cheek.

Our two new guests were both successful local businessmen. Ralph had his own chain of small fast food outlets and Ben was a major appliance salesman for a large department store. Both were quite aggressive and more than interested in our concept. Joni and Sue had chosen well.

The evening began with a very relaxed atmosphere. Ronnie explained Leo's ideas while Leo served drinks to everyone. We ladies positioned ourselves opposite our guests and began demurely acting quite unladylike. We made quite sure that every movement of our bodies, and there were many wiggles, exposed either an enticing expanse of thigh or an into-the-blouse view.

Ralph actually launched the evening revelries when he asked if we were serious. Some months previous Dianna had accidentally walked into him at church and discovered he was hiding a massive hardon. She now decided the time was ripe to follow up on her earlier interest. Walking over to him, she leaned forward, thus exposing her more than ample cleavage to his roving eye. Then she whispered something in his ear. None of us was ever able to pry from her exactly what she said, but it immediately motivated him to rise to rapt attention. Hiking up her skirt, she straddled him as he sat on the couch and began kissing him.

Poor Ben just sat and watched with his mouth open. He had come as the guest of Sue so Joni sat beside him and started to smooch with him. Resistance was obviously not a word with which he was acquainted for he offered her none.

Sue sat down on Leo's lap while I cuddled up to Ronnie. We just kissed and fondled because none of us could quite bring ourselves to let go until we saw how our guests were going to react.

Joni wasted no time in making her intentions clear. Unfastening Ben's trousers, she promptly buried her head in his lap. Because Ralph and Ben were seated on opposite ends of the divan, they each had a good view of what the other was experiencing. Both men's interest grew as much from what they were watching as from the attentions being conferred upon them. Soon blouses disappeared and nipples were being titillated.




Church Tales Ch. 7



I decided that to make this experience a new awakening for these gentlemen we should do more than just pair off. Ralph seemed the more reserved of the two, perhaps because he appeared to be over the big four-oh mark. His stomach was beginning to droop slightly and there seemed to be an abundance of skin on his forehead. Still he was definitely an attractive man with his dark hair, wide set green eyes and six-foot height.

Carefully disengaging myself from Ronnie, I suggested he go help Leo entertain Sue. Dianna jumped when I pressed up behind her but quickly acquiesced when I began to kiss Ralph. She even guided one of the hands buried up her blouse to my breast. The man almost seemed to enjoy playing with two women at once. My! My!

While I entertained his tonsils, Dianna bared his assets for all to see. The quick brush she had experienced from him previously failed to warn her adequately for what now commanded our attention. He was definitely one of the blessed few who deserved the name "Hoss"!

Both of us had on crotchless pantyhose so while I lowered onto his cherished tool Dianna helped me out of my skirt and blouse. Then I returned the favor. Since I had ingested his tool to begin with Dianna was forced to endure the torture of having to cum first. She handled it like a trooper with screaming, ribald panting, sonorous supplications and ultimately a wonderful flood of fluid at her climax. Thank modern chemistry for ScotchGard!

She had given me a tough act to follow so I decided not to even try. Pulling him to the carpet I wrapped my legs around him, dug my heels into the small of his back, clenched my vaginal muscles and milked him until he erupted.

Meanwhile, Joni had been languidly riding Ben's young thirtyish frame. After watching Dianna's and my exercises, she was inspired to elongate her body over the length of the couch. Short as she is that was not a lot of stretching. To her surprise though, Ben buried his mouth between her legs to begin a meticulous feast. As she squirmed in ecstasy Sue bounced over and began to fondle Ben's equipment. Soon she was licking him from the bottom of his scrotum to the tip of his nicely sized scepter. Her soft blonde hair tickling his skin along with the glory of her tonguing had him visibly ready to explode within seconds. Taking his elongated desire in her hand, she guided him into Joni. Then while he stroked frantically Sue cuddled his testicles in her soft hand. Not until he emptied his seed did she softly squeeze him more firmly. When he collapsed exhausted onto the couch beside Joni, both women began to entice him back to health.

I was still horny so I joined Joni and Sue as they caressed Ben's small, wiry frame. A short man, barely as tall as Sue's sixty-four inches, he was quite sinewy. He also was quite recuperative. Within minutes, he was again ready to provide pleasure. Though I was dying to mount his granite shaft, I realized Sue had not enjoyed any pleasure so far. Grudgingly I mounted his tongue while she impaled herself on his nicely thick tube. Watching her twinkling green eyes cloud over with pleasure, made my sacrifice worthwhile. Ben's energetic tongue did help a bit also.

So our initial "meeting" went. Four very contented ladies had been pierced by the shaft of each male present at least twice during the evening. Both of our guests decided our new church should be a rousing success and promised to become actively involved in recruiting new members. Thus initiated one of the most exciting weeks of my life

Our original core group surprised us by asking if they might continue recruiting throughout the week instead of waiting until Sunday. Accordingly, our two new men and the girls brought four new ladies to our home Wednesday evening. Poor Ronnie and Leo had to sacrifice their evening to help with the new recruits. Thursday night we had twenty naked bodies happily rolling from one to another on every soft, flat surface in the house as well as our living room carpet. Friday night we had to send some of the people over to Dianna and Ronnie's house (the kids were overjoyed to be given the opportunity to visit their grandparents again).

Saturday night I found myself in our bedroom with three men I had only met a few minutes previously. The idea of having sex with someone I had just met excited me immensely. None of the three seemed to be terribly turned off by the prospect of having sex with a willing twenty-year-old college girl. I asked them to all undress, as I wanted to witness their responses as I exposed myself.

Much as I hate to admit this, I don't remember any of their names. I know they were all in their early thirties and each was successful in their respective businesses but I really know little about them above those tidbits. I hope to see them again when I come home for Xmas vacation. It would be nice to get to know them better since that first wonderful evening was so fantastic.

Anyway, they stripped for me exposing their most personal assets. None of the three was exceptional, but neither were they lacking in potential. All three were slightly hard so I decided to see if I could increase their attention.

I had worn a short yellow shift just for the occasion. Underneath I had on a push-up bra and crotchless pantyhose. After I unzipped the back of my dress, I carefully lowered the front to expose my black, see-through bra. As I freed my mammaries three beautiful shafts of meat began to grow accordingly. When I slithered out of the little yellow dress and stepped out of my panties all three members strained to escape from the skin holding them in place. I sat on the edge of the bed and carefully spread my legs as I removed my heels. This caused all three to stretch to their utmost so I rewarded their efforts by stroking and kissing each in succession.

Holding two by their fleshy leashes and propelling the third with my rock hard nipples, I walked them over to the bed. I pushed the gentleman I had been stabbing with my volcanoes back onto the mattress then leaned over and kissed the tip of his manhood. He almost lost his control. "I want one of you to nurse me and the other one to let me suck his dick. You, I said to the man I was straddling, I want to excite my already very wet channel. When you think I'm wet enough I want you to enter me and fill me full of your seed. Then I want you," I said looking at the man who was pointing his spear at my mouth, "to take his place. And then you," I directed to the man who had already begun nibbling my nipple, "come here so I can suck you."

Each took his position and I lowered my mouth around the gorgeous shaft before me. I've never been good at deep throating but my accomplice seemed to enjoy the actions I was providing. The man who was working between my legs ran first one finger, then two and finally all four fingers clear up to the web of his thumb into me. Initially I was leery of his probing but it only took a few strokes and I was totally committed to his actions. He worked his hand slowly in and out of me until I exploded in a flood of ejaculatory juices. I had shot before, but never from such a slow, delightful rhythm. As my fluids trickled down my legs, he slid down and began to lick me. His tongue probed deep into my slit then slithered up to circle my clitoris with tender care. My nipples were being nursed and squeezed while my most delicate lips were being licked to ecstasy. I couldn't restrain myself! I came again with a great gush of liquid.

Then I was mounted doggie style and his firm rod was stroking my bellybutton from the inside. All too soon I felt his hot plasma spray my insides. I clenched the muscles of my love hole as tightly as I could to milk every drop from him. When his tool began to shrink, we played 'musical Susie' and I straddled the man whose backbone I had been trying to inhale through his shaft.

Since I had already been caressing the genitals of the man nursing me, I led him by his ready leash to my mouth. While I rode my second lover I worked this man up to the point where he was just about to explode then squeezed the base of his shaft until he calmed.

Meanwhile I had told my first paramour to relax and recover. He would have none of it and insisted on bringing my nipples to their most extreme heights. It didn't seem to matter where his ministrations were engaged; he was fantastic at whatever he was doing. Never has anyone, who brought me to enjoyment by nursing my breasts, failed to receive my devoted attentions.

Again, much too soon my lover filled me full of his sperm. As I lifted myself from him, I could feel a stream of warm fluid trickling from my wanton lips. Not only did this not bother him but he pulled me back down onto his shaft to repeat the performance. Evidently Leo was not the only one who enjoyed a cum filled pussy.

Telling my third lover I was tired, I asked if he would mind if I lay on my back for him. He said that was perfect because it was his favorite position. Crawling between my legs, he popped easily into my twice-filled hole. The other two gentlemen rotated positions on my breasts and mouth while I enjoyed the feeling of yet another strange shaft in my body. After a couple of minutes of energetic pumping the man at the core of my being pulled out.

My first thought was that he was turned off by the looseness of my sloppy hole. Then he gently but firmly grabbed my clit with his teeth and enthusiastically began to eat me. I couldn't believe he had his tongue in me with all the cum from his partners. Not only did it not seem to bother him; he appeared to be truly enjoying his task.

Naturally I came quickly but that didn't stop him. He continued to eat me until I came a second time. That time my reaction was so violent, I almost bit the man I had in my mouth. I wanted to tell my enthusiastic gourmet to stop but the man probing my tonsils seemed equally determined to prevent me from saying a word. As I approached my fifth zenith in less than twenty minutes both of my other lovers pulled back from me. My explosion was punctuated by ejaculatory liquor shooting excruciatingly from my body and drenching my wonderful tormenter. Only then did he enter me again.

"You're beautiful when you cum you know," he told me as I strained to pull him deeper into my tight tender core. "The nipples on those exquisite breasts strain so hard it's a wonder they don't pop like overripe cherries! Did you know your eyeballs roll back up into your head? Were you in ecstasy?"

"YES!" I screamed. "Now shut up and ram it deep into me. I want every inch of you as far inside me as you can drive it! Don't waste your breath talking. FUCK ME!"

When I woke up all three of my lovers were softly stroking me. Dreamily I mumbled, "Did I pass out?" I remembered the pleasure of feeling hot cum shooting into me again but then there seemed to be a period when I was just asleep.

"You scared us you came so violently," someone told me. "I've never seen a woman cum that hard," another voice confirmed.

"That was fantastic," I purred to them. "And what you're doing with your hands now is almost as nice." Then they began to use their lips as well as their fingers. Soon I was again in an advance state of excitement. They took turns stroking into my happy shaft until the early hours of the morning. I was one very tired little lady as I boarded the plane to take me back to school in Los Angeles.

I have no idea how many times each of them had intercourse with me but I'm sure it must have been at least ten times each. For a week afterward I was sore but I glowed with happiness everywhere I went.

Well to make a long story short, the idea took off like the proverbial skyrocket. By the end of the first two months, they had over two hundred members. Surprisingly the ratio of females to males balanced almost from the first. The group quickly outgrew both Leo and Ronnie's houses. Afternoon "services" at the church building were soon in order but that also quickly became overcrowded. One of the new members knew of a large vacant building over on the west hill of Albuquerque and within a surprisingly short time the new congregation acquired it. Leo told me the presence of a couple of attorneys, several real estate people and some building contractors on the acquisition committee helped a bit also.

The building required extensive renovation and remodeling but it easily held our little flock. People eventually discovered they were actually happier dispersing into smaller groups at various members' homes than all trying to find space in the chapel building, Leo reiterated. The church building once again became a place for meetings, worshipping and socializing. I'll forgo comment on why they met, what was being worshipped or how social everyone became. He also advised me that the members were definitely a very appreciative group! The more he and Ronnie shared with the group, the more they gave back. I assumed my men were only sharing their time and energy though I suspected they occasionally might still be called upon to provide other services.

In addition to all the folks who dispersed to various homes, a typical afternoon would usually find anywhere from ten to forty people in the church building. Modesty had been one of the first things our pastors (Yes, Leo was taking an active part in the clergy of the unit) had disposed of. Now, Leo told me, it was quite common to see our members in various stages of exposure and sexual activity, just about anywhere in the building. Almost any room you entered there was some type of sexual activity being performed. If a person was not receiving what they desired in the place where they were all they needed to do was go to another location. Third (or forth or fifth or whatever number might come up) parties were always welcome in any of the groups.

Dianna and Ronnie had moved to a new house in the Paradise Hills addition and had been able to trade their old clunker for a reliable vehicle. They had also sworn off beans, spaghetti and macaroni with cheese for life. That is unless one of those previously overworked menu items was served in a restaurant.

The more Leo described these exciting events the more anxious I was becoming for my Xmas vacation to arrive. I had an itch I was dying to have scratched. Of course, I felt sure it had nothing to do with my three lovers of an earlier evenings entertainment.

To Be Continued...