6 comments/ 35800 views/ 10 favorites Chapel Girl By: Salteena Oh My God...have I died and gone to heaven? The girl, still wearing her school uniform, was stood on my front doorstep; the girl of my hot, illicit dreams. Given the age gap between us, many people would have said my fixation on her was a perversion, but I didn't think so! She spoke, but I was so taken aback by her being there that my brain didn't register her words. It was the first time I had spoken her without there being somebody else close to hand... "I'm sorry, Bronwyn, what was that you said?" "I said my school is fundraising to send a team to the hockey nationals by selling these chocolate bars, would you like to buy some from me?" "Oh, oh, of course I would. How much are they?" "Two dollars each..." "I'll take five..." "I only have three left..." "Ok then, I'll take three..." I delved in my pockets for money, but I only had a fifty dollar bill. "Wait there for a moment; I'll have to get some change..." "I've got change..." "Enough for a fifty...?" "Oh no, I suppose not..." "Ok, Stay right there; I'll be back in a second..." I left her standing on the doorstep and made my way down the hall to my bedroom to where I knew I had some loose change on my bedside table. My mind was in a whirl. I had her to myself at last! Oh Sweet Jesus, was this really, finally happening? How could I get her to stay for a while? How long could I keep her talking? Fuck, I'm getting an erection! The Morgan family immigrated to New Zealand some seven months ago from Wales, and took over the house next door to mine; David and his wife Megan, their two sons Evan and Melvin, and their daughter Bronwyn. My eyes latched onto the daughter two days after they moved in; my internal radar, so finely tuned to the presence of nubile females, drew me to look out of my window just as the family was getting out of their car after food shopping. She took my breath away; petite, long dark hair held up in a ponytail, a flash of pale, slender thigh as she scrambled from their SUV's back seat, a tight, rounded little butt and small high breasts, which were mere tennis-ball bumps on her chest. She was a perfect little gem, quite young looking to be sure, but with an assured air about her. I remember thinking "Oh My God! I am so going to enjoy watching you young lady!" I finally met her in person for the first time when David Morgan invited me around, along with a crowd of other people from our street, for a "getting to know you" barbeque two months later, but I already "knew" Bronwyn. I had pictures of her; lots of pictures... One of the first things the Morgan family did when they were finally settled in was to rig up a basketball hoop over their garage door. The constant thump and crash of the ball on the concrete driveway and against the backboard soon began to drive me crazy. Ok, I wasn't at home all that often, but when I was back from an assignment overseas I needed peace and quiet to help me recharge my batteries. I was getting so fed up with the noise that I was on the verge of asking David and Megan to take the hoop down, until one day I looked out of my window and saw that this time it wasn't the two boys making the racket; it was Her. Utterly entranced, I settled into a nearby chair to watch the carefree movements of her lovely young body. I marvelled at the inviting bounce of her tiny mounds and wished she were not wearing a bra. My mouth watered when her top and skirt parted company to show a flash of smooth belly. I moaned out loud with lust at the swirl and cling of her cotton skirt on her slim thighs. And when it flicked up to reveal taut inner flesh as she jumped in the air to let the ball go, my hand gripped my cock through my pants in an instant. Tantalising almost-glimpses of panty-clad bottom almost tipped me over the edge as time after time she bent over to pick up the ball, as young girls carelessly do when they have no idea they are being spied on. All too soon the magic show was ended by Megan's call to Bronwyn to "Come indoors and wash and change before dinner", leaving me with my throbbing hard-on clamped in my fist and all thoughts of complaint banished from my mind. Thereafter, whenever I heard the thump and crash of the basketball, I went straight to my lookout post with the hope that Bronwyn would be the one causing the commotion; only now I also had my digital video camera set up to film her. More often than not it was the boys, and I would retire dejected. But sometimes it was indeed her; often on her own, but sometimes with a school friend or friends -- two or three additional young bodies to lust over should have been a bonus, but in reality I only had eyes for her. Sometimes she was still in her school uniform and at other times she had on cargo shorts or a skirt and a top. On one stunning day she was dressed in a two-piece bathing suit; too young-girl-modest to be called a bikini, but electrifying enough to me to almost make me cum involuntarily as I captured her. Her mother didn't like her being out "undressed" like that in public and she was called indoors to "get some clothes on" quite quickly. Although I still looked on, there were the occasions I did not like. These were when she was playing against her brothers -- both of them bigger and stronger than she. I hated the casual way they placed their hands anywhere on her to push her out of the way, often putting an arm around her, seemingly to palm a breast or squeeze her tight butt. Those boys literally got me steaming with envy! And then David introduced me to his daughter at the barbeque... "And this is my daughter, Bronwyn...the light of my life..." And a burning flame in mine! I thought, if you only knew the true extent of my feelings towards your daughter, David, you'd go bananas! But of course I kept that to myself... "It's her birthday today...she doesn't look like it, but she's old enough to vote now, aren't you luvvy. Say hello to Mister Hicks, Bronwyn..." Whereas her brothers, Evan and Melvin had simply muttered "Hi" when David introduced us, Bronwyn solemnly held out her hand to shake mine, looking up at me curiously with her big dark eyes. Her voice was soft with that melodic Welsh lilt that is so attractive on a woman's lips. A tingle, like an electric pulse, shot up my arm when our fingers touched. I wondered if she felt it too... "Oh Da, give up making such a big thing of my birthday! It's stopped being cool! Pleased to meet you Mister Hicks...sorry, but he's been telling people about it all day." "Old enough to vote...? That makes you eighteen...!" My goodness, that blew away my estimate of her age! I hoped the shock didn't show in my face! "...congratulations on your birthday anyway, and it's a pleasure to meet you too Bronwyn. But I'd much prefer it if you call me Ray instead of Mister Hicks, because if you keep on calling me that, I shall have to call you Miss Morgan, which is rather OTT formal don't you think?" Bronwyn giggled delightfully... "Alright, it's a pleasure to meet you Ray!" If I merely lusted over her before, I was now head over heels in love! Shit, I felt like a kid just about to ask his first girl out on a date! And I was still holding her hand in my big paw! What must her father have been thinking? Reluctantly, I let go of her. My own hand felt cold and empty. For the next couple of hours my eyes zeroed-in on Bronwyn whenever she appeared. Every time I looked at her, her eyes were on me. And every time she saw me looking, she turned away. But later in the afternoon she saw me sitting alone and came to speak to me again... "I've brought you a beer, Ray. It is one of yours, isn't it?" She held the dewy bottle out to me with both hands in an attempt to stop our fingers making contact when I took it from her. But I made sure that they did... "Yes, thank you very much. It looks like one of my Heineken's; nice and cold too." "You're welcome..." I nodded across to where, with orange juice in hand, David was chatting to another of our neighbours... "I see you and your parents don't drink..." "We're Chapel, see...very Welsh...no alcohol...and Church twice every Sunday as well as during the week. But my Da is a bit more open than some back home...he lets guests bring drink to barbeques like this, as long as it's in moderation..." I found it really cute the Welsh way she split the word "Chapel" so that it came out as "Cha-pel" and "moderation" became "moder-ayshun"... "Do I hear that you aren't all that rapt with being "Cha-pel"...that's Methodist isn't it?" Bronwyn nodded... "That's close enough...and very strict it is too...but it's not as bad as it used to be a hundred years ago... "I've read some classic stories about Wales and Chapel folk being mean and bitchy to each other...but, your mother and father seem very nice...and you..." Her cheeks took on a pink tinge... "Oh thank you...we're not like that at all, but you should meet my Nana and some of my aunties!" I laughed wryly and shook my head... "And I take it reaching eighteen is not quite what you expected either?" She shrugged noncommittally, making her firm little boobs jiggle interestingly under her dress, and setting off that familiar stirring in my groin. "The trouble is, my parents treat me like I'm too old to be a child, but still too young to be taken seriously...my Da won't even let me learn how to drive!" "Gee, that's a bit tough seeing as most youngsters in New Zealand learn to drive at fifteen. And about the "not quite grown up" thing, I know the feeling; I went through it the same and bloody frustrating it was too -- pardon the language. So when do you think people will start taking you seriously?" Bronwyn beamed a smile that made the sunshine seem dim by comparison... "Twenty-one seems to be good; people have to treat you like an adult then, don't they? So until that happens I can be all moody and hot tempered, just like teenagers are expected to be, and I can make people's lives hell!" "I can't imagine for one second that you'd do anything like that...!" "I suppose you're right...I've been brought up to be a "nice little chapel girl."" "Don't be in a great rush; "nice little girls" are nice. Being adult, with all that entails, like work and relationships and stuff, will happen soon enough..." "But I'm fed up with waiting. I want to take control of my own life!" "Aaaaargh...the wild impatience of youth...!" "You're not at home very much are you, Ray; what do you do? And you're quite old and not married; why not?" Her sudden change of tack and barrage of questions surprised me. So, she had noticed I am away from home a lot, quite often for a long time, and the lack of women around. For some reason I felt compelled to open up, no matter how candid the questions were... "Hey! Steady with the "old" bit; I'm nowhere near "over the hill" yet!" "Well, how old are you then?" "Thirty-three... And as for not being married, you're right... "Are you gay...?" If you had any idea of the hours I spend lusting over you, young lady, you'd never ask me that question...! "And I'm not gay either...I just haven't got around to meeting the right woman yet...sometimes I wonder if I ever will..." "Hmmmm... So what kind of work do you do? "I work for the Government..." She pulled a face... "That sounds boring." "Oh, it's not boring at all. I get to travel overseas a lot and see lots of nice places and meet lots of interesting people...some of them not so "nice"..." "That sounds better. So what is your work?" "It's a secret. If I told you I'd have to kill you!" Raymond Hicks Man of Mystery, that's me! In reality, I am only an officer in the Customs Service, and I get seconded to work with governments in South East Asia to catch drug dealers before their filthy product hits our shores. Still, I have found "the man of mystery" ploy useful in pulling the birds in the past! "Oooooo! Are you a spy?" I drew my finger across my throat in a silent answer. "Hurrrumph!" was her contemptuous reply. Bronwyn turned away and left me to admire the tight, indignant jiggle of her buttocks as she stomped off. But for the rest of the time, whenever our eyes met, she smiled and gave me a surreptitious little wave. I had made progress! And when it was time to leave, she came to stand with us while I was thanking David and Megan for their hospitality. When her parents moved off to return to their other guests, she held out her hand with a smile to shake mine... "It was a pleasure to meet you, Mister Spy!" There it was again - that tingle... "And it was lovely to meet you at last, Miss Curiosity Killed the Cat!" "Meet me at last...?" "Ummmm, I have a small confession to make...I have noticed you before today..." "Ohhh..." Bronwyn's cheeks quickly became quite flushed as, with downcast eyes, she traced small circles on the pathway with the toe of her patent leather shoe. Realisation suddenly struck home: I saw it now; the way they made her dress, the plain hairstyle, the way they shielded her from the real world. Her shoes even had ankle straps for chrissakes! Bronwyn's parents were deliberately keeping her "childlike"! But, to what purpose? How could she put up with it? No wonder I first thought she was younger than she really was! But, for all that, she was persistent... "I'm going to find a way to make you tell me, you know..." I'll tell you everything if you let me take down your knickers and kiss your juicy little pussy, I thought! But, discretion prevailed and I only grinned... "I'd better go before you get the thumbscrews out...see you later!" "Bye..." I felt her eyes boring into my back as I walked away. My mind was spinning: "You should have kissed her, Ray; just a little buss on the cheek to wish her a happy birthday. I wonder how she would have reacted!" I did see Bronwyn from time-to-time; usually with her parents, or passing in the street with some of her girlfriends from school, occasionally with one or both of her brothers, but never alone. And I continued to make my movies of her at the basketball hoop. Now she was here on my doorstep; all by herself! "Are you alright?" I jumped, startled from my reverie, and spun to see her framed in my bedroom doorway. The girl had followed me inside! My heart leaped in my chest and I felt a heavier thickening in my groin and my cock straining against the confines of my shorts, which surely she must have noticed. "You were gone so long; I wondered if you had forgotten me...you still haven't paid for my chocolate bars." "Oh! Gosh! I must have been daydreaming! No, I hadn't forgotten you..." Far from it...! "Here's your money; six dollars wasn't it?" I placed the coins in her outstretched palm. My fingers brushed hers and a frisson of energy passed between us. "So how are things at school? Are you settled in alright?" Bronwyn shrugged, making no move to return to the front door, "Thank you... Oh, school's Ok...a bit boring at times." "Hmmm, that doesn't sound too brilliant! What's wrong? Don't you get on with the other ki...students? It's hard changing schools sometimes, let alone countries..."" "They're fine...it's just that I'm so far ahead...the school put me in the top class in year 13, but I feel as if I'm light years in front; and I'm cruising. My Da's thinking of pulling me out and sending me to University early..." "UK schooling is that much more advanced then?" "It was at the church school I went to back in Cardiff!" Bronwyn pouted, "Trouble is, because I still look about fourteen or fifteen years old, everyone treats me like a baby...well, almost everyone." "When I first saw you I thought you were maybe a year older than that..." "See, there's the proof..." "Anyway, we know differently now..." Now it was my turn to do some personal questioning...! "Just about...but not everyone at school treats you like a kid?" "Well, there is one boy who was nice to me right from the start...Murray Wilson...he's turned nineteen." "Is he your boyfriend then?" Bronwyn's soft cheeks went a light shade of pink, and she started to draw circles with the toe of her shoe again. Being friends with a boy must have been a very new experience for one as protected as her... "Noooo...!" "But you'd like him to be?" "Ummmmm..." "Has he ever tried to kiss you?" She wriggled with embarrassment... "Yes..." "Did you let him? Did you like it?" "It was nice..." "Was it the first time you've ever been kissed...?" "Yes...like that..." "Did he kiss you just the once, or...?" "Several times, on different days...he walks me home from school when he doesn't have cricket practice...and we pass this little park...the first couple of times we just sat on a bench and talked...and then one day he put his arm around me and kissed me...he kisses me every time now..." "Do your parents know about this?" "No, of course not...!" Aha! So you hide things from your parents! "Are they long kisses, or are they just little pecks?" How long will it take her to baulk at my probing...? "It seems like they last a long time..." "And when he is kissing you, does he touch you...like on your chest?" Bronwyn glanced up at me with a shocked look in her eyes... "Noooo...!" But the deeper flush on her cheeks told me that perhaps my long shot was very near to the mark. Being at a co-ed Kiwi school, and mixing with boys socially for the first time, this Chapel Girl was learning about life, lust and sex...fast! "He does, doesn't he?" "Well, yes...after the third time...but why are you asking me these things?" I let her question pass... "Aha! And I'll bet you like it in just the same way as you like him kissing you?" Bronwyn didn't answer, choosing instead to stare down at the carpet. "And when Warren is..." "Murray...!" "Ok, Murray, and when Murray is touching your chest, do you start to feel as if you've wet your knickers?" "Mister Hicks...!" I knew I shouldn't be asking for such intimate details to this sweet, innocent young miss, but my brain was not listening to sense; everything was now being run by my libido! In any case, body language seldom lies: her somewhat hunched shoulders and the way she now stood with her toes slightly pointing inwards, plus that she continually peeked up at me from under her eyelashes; all these things were a dead giveaway! Bronywn found me attractive, and she was probably getting a secret thrill from my line of questioning... "It's Ray, remember? Don't fuss too much about it if you do...all it means is that you are getting turned on." "Turned on...?" "Yes, I think you get sexually aroused..." "Stop it, please...!" I wasn't about to stop... "Do you get sexually aroused often...like at night when you're in bed...thinking about Murray perhaps?" "Not about Murray..." Bronwyn muttered. Her cheeks were now bright crimson with mortification. I resolved to leave that answer alone for further exploration later... "And does he do anything else?" "Such as...?" "Like, do you let him put his hand up your dress?" "No way...!" The vehemence of her reply told me she was telling the truth... "But, he has tried...?" With a beetroot red face and downcast eyes, in a subdued whisper, Bronwyn answered... "Yes...but I stopped him..." "How far did you let him get before you stopped him?" "Almost up to the top..." "Why did you stop him then...when he was almost there?" "It was wrong to let him touch me!" "But all the same, you didn't really want him to stop..." "I felt if I didn't stop him I was going to explode! And I was embarrassed about...I didn't want him to know..." "You don't mind me knowing how wet you get though?" Chapel Girl "I don't know..." Seemingly in a sudden burst of bravado, Bronwyn looked at me directly... "Yesterday, we were standing up watching some little ducklings in the pond and he put both his hands on my bottom and pulled me tight to his front...he wasn't kissing me then...he was looking straight into my eyes..." "Cool! I'll bet he had a hard-on! Could you feel it?" "Yes, he did...and he pushed it against my tummy to make sure I could!" Ouch! The little minx was smart, and was starting to play me at my own game. In fact, I thought she might be fibbing about the last part to try and put me on the back foot. I needed regain control of the situation. It was time to increase the pressure! I put her to the test... "Did it feel big...like mine?" I grasped her by the hips and pulled her against the throbbing bulge in the front of the rugby shorts I was wearing. I knew I was pushing her to the limit! Everything depended on how she reacted to my blatant challenge! "Not as big as that!" Miss Curiosity Killed the Cat stared up to my face with round, astonished eyes. But she did not try to pull back and run away! "Did he get you to touch it?" She continued to stare up at me. She licked her lips nervously and I felt her squeeze her thighs together. There was no question in my mind that she had that "wanting to pee" feeling there and then! But her natural sex drive, combined with her curiosity had overcome her instinct to flee ... "Murray took hold of my hand and pushed it between us so that I held it..." Was she still fibbing? "Did it feel like this...?" I grabbed Bronwyn by the wrist and pushed her hand on my erection. Coins scattered over the carpet, but neither of us took any notice. Clasping her hand to me, I ran it up my length and then back down again. Her wide-eyed gaze shifted to watch our hands and what they were doing. She whispered... "You shouldn't be making me touch you like this, Mr Hicks..." "Ray..." "Ray...you...we shouldn't be doing this!" "Why not..? Because I am an adult and you are a pretty, budding young virgin?" "Something like that..." "But it was Ok doing it with Warren..." This time, Bronwyn didn't correct me on the boy's name... "I didn't mean it like that...it wasn't right with him either." "Because...?" "Because my Mam said I mustn't...until I get married..." "But being a Chapel Girl doesn't mean your body isn't interested in sex - hormones don't recognise religious mores! You are a woman with a woman's desires in every way...and I think you want it...you want this..." I got her to run her hand up and down my cock again. When I released my hold on her, she didn't stop masturbating me, but she muttered... "What makes you so sure I want to do this?" "You are still here with me, and you are still rubbing my cock. So that tells me there are things you want to know...and deep inside, you have a strong need for sex... you've been that way since you started puberty...everybody does to a degree...some feel it more keenly than others...like you do. That's why your little nipples are sticking out so hard under your uniform...you have a hot, tingling feeling low in your tummy...and you feel as if you have wet your knickers. But you haven't peed in them, believe me..." "How do you know these things?" "Because I am older, and I have been around a bit... Did you make Murray cum? "Noooo...actually I didn't really touch him like this...I was just having you on..." "I guessed...hoped that was the case...but I suppose if you had let him put his fingers inside your knickers, you would have eventually..." "I suppose so..." I lightly placed my hands on her shoulders. She was shivering as if she was cold but her body heat poured through the thin material of her uniform into my fingers... "You can leave right now if you want...I promise I won't try to stop you...but you know you want to be here...and you know I want you to stay..." Bronywn remained where she was, continuing her up and down stroking on my cock, her eyes widening with surprise at the sudden and expanding spot of precum that soaked through the front of my shorts. "...and you want me to take you where you haven't been before..." I slipped a hand behind her and slowly undid the five buttons at the back of her dress; the last one low on her back at the edge of her panties. She made no protest. I trailed my fingertips up her spine until I reached her bra-strap. She must have felt the loosening around her buds when with expert fingers I separated the hook and eye, but again she said nothing. With gentle fingers of both hands, I pulled her dress and bra forward and off her shoulders. With a breathy sigh, Bronwyn released her grip on my cock to let me slide her dress down and over her arms and hands and then she took hold of it again. Her tip-tilted cones were wondrously perfect; so small that the areolas capping her rounded curves looked larger than they really were! I cupped her heaving ribcage in my warm palms and caressed the soft upstanding rose-pink circles with tentative thumbs. Bronwyn gasped and gripped my cock hard. "They are beautiful..." Bronwyn shook her head and muttered: "So small...!" "Nonsense! They are wonderful...and they feel very nice!" Her nipples swelled and blossomed all the more. I caressed her again with my thumbs and Bronwyn closed her eyes and moaned. Tiny breasts, and so receptive to being touched...! "Do you want to see what you are holding?" Without giving her a chance to answer, I removed my hands from her body and swiftly pushed down my shorts and underwear. Bronwyn's eyes widened like saucers when she spied the thick, long, bobbing pole with its bulging, precum-tipped purple head pointing directly at her. I gripped her wrist and led her fingers to trail amongst my bush of springy pubic hairs and then down, around and under the base of my shaft to feel my balls nestled in their sac. And then I returned her hand to my eagerly waiting rod. She muttered her surprise when she felt its smooth heat, and then she grasped it and stroked it as before. Pausing only to shuck off my t-shirt and toss it aside, I returned my hands to her chest, grasping her erect teats between finger and thumb, gently rolling them, and twisting them, and tugging them until they became bloated in my fingers. She moaned softly with every breath; at every tantalizing caress; holding onto my cock more for support now than to massage me! Just as I decided it was time to slide my palms down her smooth flanks to push her clothing down from her waist and over her hips to the floor, Bronwyn arched her back and emitted a soft, sobbing cry. And then she collapsed against me with her arms clasped around my waist, pressing her naked belly and chest hard against the hot throbbing meat that was now trapped between us. I had made her cum just by toying with her breasts! Without ceremony, I thrust her remaining clothing down to her ankles, school dress and panties together, and held her shaking naked form to me, grasping her firm little buttocks with my strong fingers and dragging her warmth to my bare flesh. I could not resist emulating what she said the boy, Murray, had done and humped her with my hard cock. But this time it was naked skin to naked skin! My cockhead slid up, contacted and then rode over a soft mound. Bronwyn moaned out loud again. I humped again and again, my dick slipping easily over her now liberally precum-coated belly and chest. Bronwyn shuddered hotly against me, twisting her body from side-to-side, urgently seeking the sensation of my burning shaft sliding over her tingling nipples. Now she was fully awakened and seeking more pleasure! I came! Hot sperm shot from me, startling her into stillness, spurting over her breasts and stomach, painting her nubile young body with my slippery slime. Bronwyn gasped and shook at each convulsion from my cock; at each warm squirt of fluid. She started to writhe again when she sensed I could spurt no more, rolling my softening cock between us, spreading my sticky sperm over both our bellies. I slid my hand around her hip and across her abdomen to cup her mound in my fingers. She whined in protest and tried to pull away, but I held her firm with my free hand. I explored the pouting, springy-haired lips with my fingertips, sliding them purposefully into her crease. Slick wetness greeted me... "I want to look at you..." "No, you mustn't!" "Why not..?" "Because...because it's not nice!" "Let me be the judge of that! Come and lie down on the bed..." I helped my cum-smeared little naiad step out of her pool of clothing, now dressed solely in her ankle socks and school shoes, and led her by the hand over to my bed, where I arranged her lying on her back with her legs hanging over the edge. Stubbornly, she pressed her thighs together. All I could see was her muff and the start of the enticing slit that dived between her thighs... "Please don't look!" "Why on earth not...?" "My Mam said it's dirty to let someone look at you down there until you get married." "Well, your Mam is entitled to her opinion, but I think she is wrong." I pushed my hands between her knees and gently, but forcefully, pulled Bronwyn's legs apart. I saw her for an instant only before she covered herself with her hands. I moved in between her legs so that she could not close them again, and then dragged her hands out of the way... "Your sex is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen! Let me look at it properly...please?" I let go of her wrists and backed out from between her legs. Bronwyn moaned softly and covered her face with her hands, but she left her legs spread for me. She was indeed perfect: the luxuriant, dark curly bush, its hair matted with her juices; pale pink, full lips, swollen with arousal and her tiny hood peeking coyly from between; a hint of shiny wet, brighter pink deeper inside. Her musk rose up to greet me. "You are just beautiful, my sweet girl, oh so very beautiful..!" Bronwyn jumped and squeaked when I spread her plump lips to view her glistening inner features, pulling back her now proudly upstanding hood with a gentle fingertip to reveal the miniscule, fiercely red dot that was her clitoris, to thoroughly examine the pouting mouth below with its partial rim of taut skin that was her hymen. I caressed her pleasure button with fingertip feather touches. Bronwyn's ass bounced on the bed and she gasped with shock. But then with an eager moan she spread her legs wider and lifted her hips for more. I lowered my face to more deeply inhale her heady girl-odour. And finally I took her with my mouth. Stunned by this unexpected, and no doubt in her innocence, vulgar assault, she squealed and tried to wriggle away, but I held her in place firmly with strong hands on her hips. And then she ceased to struggle when the delight induced by my tongue's exploration of her tiny hole and its sliding, insistent caresses on her clit overcame her inhibitions. In no time at all she was giving her sex to me, thrusting her groin at my face in an urgent quest for heightened sensation, each rasping breath a sobbing moan of sheer ecstasy. Finally, she arched her back like a longbow until she was supported solely by the back of her head and her buttocks. Breathing now in a series of short, shallow pants; fists clenched by her sides in dense little balls; belly hard and quivering with tension. And then she broke, wrenching away from my grasp with a choking sob and curled up with her knees clasped to her chest while the orgasmic waves rolled and smashed through her. I eased onto the bed beside her and stroked her hair, careful not to touch any other part of her, knowing the aftershocks it would bring. Eventually, Bronwyn relaxed, turning to me with dewy eyes and an uncertain smile... "You see...you really are ready..." "I never imagined anything like that..." "It is not always so...orgasms take different forms...different intensities..." My cock was hard again. I led her hand to it and she grasped it willingly. Suddenly, her eyes widened... "What's the time?" "Oh, just after six..." "Oh God! My Mam will be out looking for me! "Well, we'd better get you cleaned up then...can't have her seeing you in this state can we!" "She'll kill me a thousand times over..." "You lie there a moment...I'll get some warm water and a cloth..." Bronwyn lay and watched me with trusting eyes as I wiped my now dried-up sperm from her slim body. She frowned a little at first, but then opened her legs wide when I insisted on washing her swollen cunt lips. Finally, after I toweled her down, still on wobbly legs, she let me help her regain her clothing. Last of all we scrabbled around on the floor for a moment, picking up her spilled chocolate bar money. It didn't seem to bother her that I was still as naked as a jaybird and that my rigid cock still stuck out in front of me like a flagpole! I didn't see Bronwyn to speak to for almost two weeks. Every time I did see her though, she turned her back, and once, literally ran into her house as if desperate to avoid me. And then, just a few days before I was due to go on an assignment in Asia, I answered a knock on my front door to find her standing there. Not in her school uniform this time: but most un-Chapel-Girl-like in a pink, sleeveless crop-top, and judging by the tents formed by her already hard nipples with patently no bra on underneath, a short, short low-rider miniskirt, and ankle socks and sneakers -- the most delectable morsel of youthful femininity I had seen since the last time she was stood there! "I have some more chocolate bars, would you like to buy some?" I felt as if I was about to faint... "I'll go and get some money..." Bronwyn followed me inside straight away and shut the door behind her... "I'm surprised to see you again...I thought I'd frightened you away for ever..." "What we did was scary...no, you weren't scary...it was the way I felt...the way I couldn't stop. Then there was seeing you with no clothes...and touching...so it was marvelous and scary at the same time. But, I got into terrible trouble with my Mam for being out so long; she grounded me for two weeks." She followed me right into my bedroom. I turned to look at her. She had two spots of high colour on her cheeks and her nipple-pointed chest was rising and falling rapidly... "And you couldn't stay away?" "No...in bed at night...I couldn't think about anything else...at school as well..." "And you used your fingers...? She flushed, "Yes..." "That's Ok...masturbation is a good release...after you left last time I had to make myself cum...and every night since...just remembering you and how beautiful you are... What about Warren...?" She didn't correct me on the name... "He's just a boy...I don't see him any more. Ray, I don't really have any more chocolate bars..." "I know..." "And I borrowed this top and skirt from a friend...I'm supposed to be at her house working on a school project...my school gear is in my bag, here..." She dropped the bag she was carrying down behind the door. "She knows you've come to see me...?" "I said I was seeing Murray...she got me to use her things; she said that dressed like that I'd blow his mind, and he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off me..." "You are pretty mind-blowing whatever you are wearing! But you came here..." She blushed at the compliment... "Ummmm, yes...but first I do need to know..." "Know what...?" "Well, what we did...do you do it with girls like me all the time?" "Girls like you...?" "Girls my age..." "Lord no, I have never...! Ok, I like to look at girls and imagine getting them into bed...girls of any age really...and when I say "girls" I include all women. All of you have a special magic that fascinates me...but does it matter?" "Yes, it does...then...why me?" "You, Bronwyn, are more than just special...you strike a chord deep inside me...I have no real explanation for it...and..." I grinned sheepishly... "...every time I'm with you I get a most incredible hard-on..." She looked pointedly at the healthy bulge in the front of my chinos... "So I can see...but, I'm still only eighteen and you are thirty-three..." "So...that should make a difference?" "Most girls my age think thirty-three is ancient...and liking...having a relationship with someone your age is gross..." "Having a relationship" was an interesting turn of phrase for her to use! Did it mean that Bronwyn had feelings for me beyond a mere sexual interest? "And you don't...?" "I suppose I can't ...and I do like you...a lot...you don't treat me like a child...and I suppose I must be attracted to older men in a way, because when I was five years old I was madly in love with my Uncle Dylan; I was determined I was going to marry him when I grew up...he must be over fifty now!" "Like I said last time you were here -- you are a woman. A lot of people, even guys would probably accuse me of cradle-snatching, but I don't look at you and me that way...you are simply a beautiful, very sexy young woman...and I can't get my mind off you..." "Sexy...me...really? With tiny boobs like these...?" "Absolutely...boob size, a nice bum, or even good looks don't make you sexy; it's the person inside that counts! But is suppose I could ask you the same question...why me?" It was Bronwyn's turn to look sheepish... "Do you remember last time, when you were asking me all those questions about Murray and me...like, how I got turned on when he was touching me...?" "Uhuh..." "Well, you didn't give me a chance to say...the thing is, I didn't...get wet. I mean, Murray touching me was nice, but it didn't do anything for me. That's the other reason why I stopped him when he put his hand up my dress. Apart from the fact it was wrong to let him touch me, he would have found I wasn't in the least bit turned on, and I didn't want to hurt his feelings..." "But you said you felt like you were going to explode..." "With embarrassment...after all, I should have done, shouldn't I? Been aroused I mean..." "Hmmmm, I see your point. Were you getting a bit worried that you might not like boys?" "Oh no..." She flushed beautifully, right up to the roots of her hair... "...you see, every time I am with you, even when I think about you, I get soaked...the first time it really happened big time was on my birthday when my Da introduced us at the barbeque... I had to go and put a fresh pair of knickers on after you told me you're not gay...but I used to get these strange tingles whenever I saw you before then." Was it my trembling out-of-control knees that made me drop to a kneeling position in front of her? And why did I have this strange feeling that if I opened my mouth to say something I would tell her that I loved her? Bronwyn was now the taller one of us and could now look down on me; her rigid teats beneath her top were right before my eyes... "Bronwyn, what I do to you is just as wrong as Murray..." "I know, but I don't care; it feels so right." With shaking hands I took hold of the bottom hem. With a knowing smile, she raised her arms to let me lift it up and off her. Her perfect little buds presented an overwhelming invitation; I leaned and worshipped them with my lips. I suckled on her nipples in turn, gently nipping and tugging on them, twirling my tongue, and softly sucking almost the whole of her tiny breast into my wet mouth. Bronwyn held my head, stroking my hair and neck and shoulders. It was not long before she began to rock her pelvis towards me, willing my attention to her tingling clit. I slid a hand down the outside of her thigh, slipped it under her mini and moved back up her satin inner flesh until I reached the thin cotton strip guarding her sex. Her panties were as wet as wet could be! Slowly, I began to run my thumbnail back and forth along her slit, pushing the saturated material further into her folds. Chapel Girl Bronwyn moaned softly and then commanded sharply, "Please stop!" I paused and looked questioningly up to her face... "Stay there a minute...and don't look!" I did as I was told, staring at the blank wall in front of me and listening to the rustle of clothing going on behind me... "You can turn around now..." My sexy little angel was laid back on the bed, propped up on one elbow, with her lower legs hanging over the edge of my bed. Her knees pressed close together to be sure, but she was utterly naked... "I want you take all your clothes off too...please...but stay where you are..." I stripped slowly -- I sensed that she wanted me to take my time. When I finally revealed my erect, throbbing tool, her eyes lingered on it, taking in every feature of its stiff, gnarly length... "Ray, do you want to look at me between the legs again?" You want me to kiss your sweet little pussy again! I thought, but I merely nodded my agreement. Bronwyn beckoned me to come closer... "You can if you really want..." "Yes I do...I really want to..." She lay back comfortably and wantonly played with her breasts as I spread her knees wide and brought the backs of her heels up to her buttocks. Every part of her was on show; her slightly gaped, puffy lips; her hood; her enticing little hole; the swell of her buns; her wrinkled pink little anus nestled in its deep valley; absolutely everything; absolute perfection! I knelt down and examined all of her minutely; inhaling her smell; and watching her lubrication ooze from her tight-mouthed cavern. "What do you see when you look at me like that...I mean what does it look like to you?" "Like a beautiful flower...with its petals all furled to hide the lovely secrets inside..." "Is it really beautiful...?" "I think so...haven't you ever looked...?" She seemed startled at the very idea... "No! Certainly not...!" "Well perhaps you should...hold it like that for a moment..." Trusting Bronwyn not to immediately cover herself, I quickly retrieved a small hand mirror left behind by one of my ex-girlfriends from a side table. Positioning it between her thighs, I invited Bronwyn to raise herself and take a look... "Uuurgh! I can't see anything beautiful in that! All that hair...!" "I love your hair...the look and the feel of it...and when you are wet like you are now, the smell of it. Look more closely and see how lovely the lips are and the colours inside..." I opened her with my fingertips, revealing the shining wet pink folds and the tight portal to her inner being..." "And under here is your little cock..." I pulled back her hood... "My cock...?" "Well, it's the female version of... Do you think my cock is beautiful?" "Interesting maybe...perhaps handsome..." I shifted closer between her thighs, maneuvering my rigid tool below the lower edge of the mirror and resting its swollen head on her pubic thatch, right at the start of the crease that led downwards to her sex. Bronwyn tensed, unsure of my intentions... "Don't they look good together...?" "Ummmmm..." "They should, they were made for each other! The Beauty and the Beast!" "The Handsome Beast..." She had made up her mind that this intimacy was OK... "I would like to take a picture..." "A picture...?" "Yes, of you looking at yourself...and of my cock and your cunt saying "hello" to each other..." "I don't like that word..." "Why not...?" "Boys say it to put girls down...a boy at school called me that name just a couple of days ago...he said it with such hatred!" "I wonder why..." "Because I wouldn't go on a date with him..." "Aaaaah, some people cannot express their disappointment without using abuse...well to me the word "cunt" is simply an ancient descriptive name for that wonderful orifice between your legs...and I use it with all respect for you. You'll soon get used to me saying it..." My cockhead slipped off its springy-haired tuffet and dropped between her legs, coming to rest at the entrance to that "wonderful orifice" I had just referred to. Bronwyn froze. Her gaping wet little mouth was there for the taking. All I had to do was thrust hard and she would be mine... "I think I'd better go and get that camera..." Her voice shook... "I think you'd better..." My decision not to take her by force was the right one. I wanted, no, needed to make Bronwyn's giving up her virginity something that she would have fond memories of for the rest of her life. I was only gone for my digital camera for a few seconds, and when I returned Bronwyn was examining herself minutely in the mirror. She ignored my while I photographed her; twisting her torso and spreading her labia with her fingers to get the best view... "Can I put my cock back where it was? But no mirror in the way this time..." "Ok..." She dropped the mirror to the carpet and I pushed it out of the way under the bed... "You hold it...my cock...put where you feel comfortable..." To my surprise Bronwyn began to slide the head up and down her wet slit and even rubbed it on the entrance to her vagina! For a moment I thought she might bear down on and force it inside, but it soon became apparent that she was only interested in the pleasure she was getting from sliding it backwards and forwards over her clit. I quickly took my pictures... "Does doing that feel good...?" "Dreamy...do you like it too?" "Simply amazing...! But I want to eat you...it might be safer..." I teased her; licking the inside of each thigh until I almost reached her begging slit; licking around the outside perimeter of her labia; licking the sensitive little patch of skin between her cunt and her anus. She tensed rigidly for a moment, scared that I would place my tongue on that forbidden lower spot, but I moved away, resolving to revisit some later time when she and I were more familiar with each other. And then I engulfed her in my mouth, my swirling tongue finding her clit and her virgin hole in turn, again and again. And Bronwyn gave herself over to pleasure. When I sensed the building tension of her approaching climax, I stopped my oral attentions, causing her to mutter with frustration and look down her supine body to me with glazed eyes... "I am going to put a finger in you...just one...is that OK?" She nodded dumbly, her only thought being to get my mouth back on her to release her orgasm. Her tight, wet, silky walls clasped my index finger as I gently entered her. I took my time, giving her time to adjust to this invasion by an alien object. "Your finger feels much bigger than mine does..." "You've put your finger inside...When...?" "When I was remembering how good it was being with you..." "Show me..." Bronwyn's inhibitions now were rapidly breaking down and she had very little hesitation in showing me how she had masturbated. I hurriedly reached for the camera. And, whilst rubbing her clit rapidly with the fingers of one hand, she eventually worked three fingers of the other inside her sheath, not just one! I only stopped her when I saw how close she was getting to orgasm. Now knowing that she could easily take them, I sank two fingers slowly into her hot slippery depths; and resumed my attentions with my tongue... Within a few seconds, there came a tight clamping...drawn out moments of rigid intensity...wild internal fluttering...frantic gyrations that drove my fingers far inside...a strangled cry...and my Chapel Girl tumbled riotously into orgasm. Normality returned slowly... "Now it's your turn..." "My turn...?" "To show me what you do when you're thinking of me...or some other girl..." "I only think of you when I'm..." "Ah of course, that's right...you don't have to have an imagination when you're up in Asia...there's lots of beautiful willing girls there..." "Hush...!" I slipped onto the bed beside her and pressed my lips to hers. It was our very first kiss and my insides flipped like I was doing a barrel roll in an airplane... "Yes, I admit I have been with girls up there in the past, but I won't next time...not since you..." "Truly...?" "Cross my heart..." "I believe you. Do you want to do it again...kiss me I mean?" What followed was a long, tender tasting of each other's lips; an inhalation of the other's breath; a joining without inhibition, but without the wildly thrashing tongues that depicts passion in the movies. Yet at its end, we were both utterly breathless. "Please, Ray...show me...show me how you masturbate..." Bronwyn propped up on one elbow as I rolled onto my back alongside her and started to stroke my erection. With her looking on like that it wasn't going to take long before I shot my load! "It's a long way away down there, Ray. Why don't you bring it up here so I can see properly?" Lying back down, Bronwyn gestured that I should kneel astride her chest with my groin looming above her face. She didn't have to ask twice! After a minute or two of intense scrutiny of my hand sliding up and down my thick shaft, she murmured... "My, that is awesome!" A dribble of precum expressed from my tip and dripped onto the smiling corner of her mouth. Bronwyn didn't flinch. Instead, she reached up between my spread thighs and cupped my balls in both her hands, her fingertips lightly scratching my perineum, escalating the rising tide; almost but not quite exploring further back, and ... "Amazing...they don't feel like they look...they feel so vulnerable...it's hard to imagine..." My first spasm hit me. Bronwyn squeaked with surprise when the first pearly drops shot out and splashed warmly on her cheek. And then, even although I was lost in the ecstatic throes of my ejaculation, she did something that utterly amazed me: she missed the second spurt, which again streaked her cheek, but by the time the third arrived, she had grasped the head of my cock and led it to her lips! The third squirt struck her there, but the fourth, and all those subsequent, she accepted in her open mouth! I fell forward into a crawling stance; my whole body a trembling, pounding, pleasure-driven ache -- I had never cum so hard before in all my life! Eventually I became compos mentis enough to look down to where Bronwyn lightly suckled just the tip of my slowly wilting cock in her lips. Sharp aftershocks still coursed through me, but they were not nearly as strong as before. She realised I was watching her and looked up to me with a pleased little smile... "That was so marvelous, Ray..." Her speech sounded thick, as though my sperm coated her tongue, which I suppose it did... "...is it all over now?" "For the moment..." I could hardly control my own voice... "...but if you carry on doing that..." "Then I'd better stop...besides, it's time I thought about getting dressed...or my Mam..." Creaking in every joint, I moved back down beside her. After turning her so that we were laid face to face; and a long, lingering kiss, in which I could taste my jism on her mouth... "I'm sorry...I should have warned you..." "I felt it happen...in that place behind your...balls...it was like a tiny hosepipe began jerking..." "You didn't mind then...?" "Of course not..." "But where did you...?" "Where did Innocent Little Bronwyn learn to swallow sperm? Before you ask, not with Murray! Oh, I may be a Chapel Girl, Ray, but I do know about such things! Besides, I've listened some of the girls at school talking about doing it all the time with their boyfriends; I took the opportunity to find out what it's like..." "And...?" "Ha! Ha! That's for me to know and you to find out Mister Spy!" She threw her upper leg over mine and pushed my hand down her belly... "But I'll tell you what I do like...we have to make a few minutes more...because I have this funny hot itchy feeling in my tummy...and there's only one person here who can get rid of it properly for me..." Her cunt and the insides of her thighs were dripping wet. She eagerly thrust her groin at my hand and the two fingers entering her with a delighted little moan and when, in the end she came, she bit my upper arm with the force of her orgasm. By the time Bronwyn calmed down again, she really did have to go -- her Mam surely was on the warpath by then! However, when she spotted my renewed tumescent state, she was reluctant to leave... "We don't want to get you grounded again..." "But you're..." "And you'll get all hot and bothered again doing something about it..." She let out a frustrated moan... "Oooooer!" Reason prevailed in the end and Bronwyn satisfied herself with a quick kiss on my cock head and an admonishment to it to "behave yourself until I come back tomorrow"... "If I'm invited...?" "That is the daftest question this century!" There then followed a mad scramble to get her dressed in her school uniform and looking like an innocent little miss again. Giving me a swift kiss on the cheek before I let her out, she grinned mischievously... "I'm going to have to go straight to the bathroom when I get indoors, or my Mam will smell me!" It was true; she was rather "ripe"! In the next four days, before I left, Bronwyn came to me every afternoon after school; I gave her a back door key so that she could come and go without being seen by her parents. Heaven only knows how they didn't cotton on to the fact she was up to something no nice Chapel Girl should ever think of doing! In that brief, ecstatic time, we explored every inch of each other with our lips, fingers and tongues, and took many pictures of each other along the way, and shared many hot orgasms. Bronwyn loved sucking my cock just as much as I loved to eat her out. But, although we came close several times, intercourse didn't happen. Saying goodbye was tough, and I flew out to Thailand wondering if our frenetic last days were the last I would see of her. However I shouldn't have worried. Although I was based in Bangkok, I moved around Asia a lot, but we managed to swap letters and emails. The latter were a problem at first, because Bronwyn shared their home computer with her brothers, so she had to be careful about how often she mailed me, and about what she wrote. But then an internet café opened in a nearby shopping precinct and we were saved. We even managed to speak a few times, with Bronwyn using phone at my place. In the course of these exchanges, apart from driving each other crazy with what we'd like to be doing to each other, I learned that David and Megan were indeed going to take her out of college and send her to University a year early. My Chapel Girl was waiting for me in my house when I got back three-and-a-half months later; a squealing, flying, sweet-smelling, curvaceous, bundle that leapt and wrapped its arms and legs around me and smothered my face with kisses the instant I closed the front door behind me. A breathless time later she looked at me with sparkling eyes... "Ray...feel under my skirt..." "Why...?" "I got rid of my knickers when I saw the taxi dropping you off..." Indeed, she was naked...and her sex was soft, and warm, and invitingly wet... Spread-eagled on the edge of the bed with her skirt pulled up to her waist, in direct contrast to her shyness during our first encounters, Bronwyn proudly displayed her glistening slit to me. Holding her arms out, she beckoned me to kneel between her spread thighs... "Get your cock out and show me, Ray..." With trembling fingers, I undid my pants and pushed them and my underpants down to knees. My erection reared, long and hard before her anxious gaze... "Just as I remember it...the pictures we took don't do you justice..." Bronwyn caressed my shaft with tentative fingers... "...it's so hot and hard..." She led its throbbing tip to rub up and down the slippery gash between her swollen labia. After over a quarter of a year of celibacy, I almost blew my wad there and then! And then, positioning it at the entrance to her inner self, she looked at me with hooded eyes... "I have planned this moment, here on this bed, every day you've been away...I want you so much...do it now...please!" It was thus that I finally got to slowly sink my hard cock into my Chapel Girl's silky warm sheath for the very first time. Mere words cannot describe the sensations or the emotions that accompanied our union and its explosive climax; simply to say we both wept with joy at the sheer wonder of it. ******* It is now over six years since the day that I looked out of my window and first set eyes on Bronwyn getting out of the Morgan's car; that delicious morsel of youthful femininity who eventually, inevitably became the sole focus of my existence. At twenty-four she no longer looks fourteen or fifteen, although she often gets asked for ID when she is buying me a drink in a bar where they don't know us. She still doesn't touch alcohol herself though. That assignment to Asia was my last. While I was away, I applied for and got a New Zealand-based job with Customs. However, within two weeks of my return we were parted again; it was Bronwyn's turn to go away this time, although she was off a less distant place. After three years of study, she gained her Bachelors degree in Biochemistry, with Honours, at Waikato University and then stayed on for a further year to get her Masters. I went down to see her on occasional weekends during term, but I generally gave her plenty of space. I know she dated a few guys, fellow students, and one of her lecturers was very keen on her, but not if she slept with any of them. If she did, and she wants to, she will tell me in her own good time. If you love someone, set them free. However, we did spend just about every free minute together whenever she could get away from her parents during her vacations! Right now we are checking each other over nervously: Bronwyn has been working at a nearby laboratory for the last seven months and living at home, but she has been accepted at Cambridge University, in England, to do research for her Doctorate. I have been allowed a couple of years' leave of absence from my job and am going with her as a kind of house-husband. You see, we have just learned that my Chapel Girl is carrying our child. Incredible as it may seem, Bronwyn's parents are still blissfully unaware of "us", but in a few minutes we are going to tell them...