1 comments/ 12615 views/ 12 favorites The Youth By: iamtemptress "You should be honored," her mother had said as she bustled about the house, throwing things into a small pack for her to carry with her. "You must be good," her father had said, sitting back in his chair and stroking his beard while a stern look on his face. "Don't mess this up," her older sister had hissed into her ear as she painfully tugged hairbrush through her unruly red hair. "I heard he's insatiable," her best friend had said wistfully, twirling her hair around her finger as they stood in the village square, awaiting the guarded procession of the King to arrive. The girl rolled her eyes. "Wren, you're only nine and ten years. There are many older women here. Look, there's Gwyneth; she's twenty-one and known as the most beautiful girl in the ward. Do you think he'd pick you?" Wren sighed as if she were daft. "Isolde, that's the point. Haven't you been listening to what I've been saying?" Wren flipped her hair and stared off dreamily into the distance. "From what I've heard, the King has a harem like that sultans of the east. It takes up an entire separate building, like another mini castle on the grounds. The girls are treated lavishly, but they're all different! Different ages, ethnicities, body shapes...it's a menagerie of women!" "And where did you hear this?" Isolde asked skeptically. "Oh, from one of my cousin's friend's sister's. She's a maid, so it's very reliable information." Wren smiled again before giving another lost sigh, her blue eyes looking like the color of the sky. "Uh-huh," Isolde said, not paying attention. She was just here to try and get a job at the castle. The king's men had put a decree on the bulletin board in town center announcing openings in the palace staff for women; chambermaids, kitchen wenches, the like. The poster had said that on the next Thursday the guards would come to inspect all the young, eligible women for the positions. But the women of town who had relatives or friends who worked in the castle said that the King was looking for something more...a new addition to his so called menagerie of courtesans. Wren stood ramrod straight and whacked Isolde on her arm. Before Isolde could open her mouth to even say ow, Wren was pointing at a dust cloud near the square's gate. "They're here! Oh, the guards are here!" She started fussing with her hair and pinching her cheeks, unlacing her bodice some. "How do I look? Do I look okay? Do I look intimately appealing?" Confused, Isolde answered, "You look like regular Wren." Wren sighed again. "You'll understand when you're older." In a chaotic moment, the girls gathered in the square rushed to form a single file line as the horses pulled up. Suddenly, a twitter started at the front of the line. Isolde leaned forward to see what the fuss was about and was shocked to see a silver warhorse pull to a stop in front of an ornate carriage. But the person on top of the horse was what made her stop cold. The King himself, dressed in purple and gold, a ceremonial sword at his side. He sat tall upon his horse, towering over the majority of his men. He had a sharpish face, mouth set in a line, and a stately profile. Upon his forehead sat a golden circlet, holding back his hair and showing his sovereignty. Wren gasped beside her. "He's just as handsome as they say..." Isolde had to agree. He was a comely man. As the King dismounted, everyone in the square fell to their knees in a bow, leaving only the king and his men standing. "Rise," he said dismissively, then turned to say a few short words to one of his men. The guard nodded and stepped forward. "The King has come today to personally choose his staff. Speak only when you are spoken to. If you are chosen, step forward and into the carriage. We will take you to the palace from there. My liege..." He said, stepping away and letting the King fill his spot at the front of the line. As so the inspection began. It was simple, efficient, and fast. A quick glance over the girl and a word. "Kitchen, maid, chambermaid, wench, do you sing? You do? She's with the bards and dancers." Sometimes he would stop and make a girl turn around slowly, and let his eyes linger over them. Gwyneth was sent to the kitchen. Isolde felt Wren buzzing with excitement as the King got closer to the end of the line. Even she stood up straighter and tried to look older than her eighteen years. She needed this job to help support her family. The King came closer and merely glanced at the two of them, passing over honey haired Wren without a second glance. Wren's breath left her with a woosh. His eyes flicked over her once, and he kept moving forward, but stopped mid-step. Quickly, he spun back around. Isolde was too shocked to move as his eyes raked up and down her, from her loosely braided red hair to her dirty brown boots on her feet. "Turn," he commanded, and she did so, conscious of the fact that she had quickly outgrown her dress and that her ankles could nearly be seen. When she faced him again, he had a small smile on his face. "Wyl," He called to the guard, "I do believe I have a special place for...what is your name?" "Um, uh, Isolde...sire." She bobbed a clumsy curtsy. "Yes, a special spot for Isolde." And the King strode down the rest of the line. Isolde stepped forward, her head a tizzy in how fast that exchange has been. Had he even assigned her a place? What was a 'special spot'? With a panicked look back at Wren, she caught her friend's confused look as well. But then the guard, Wyl, stepped forward with a 'miss', and guided her into the carriage. She waited for two other girls to trickle in, both assigned to kitchen duty, and looked at the other six girls would had been chosen. They were squashed together in the tiny carriage, turning the opulence into discomfort. Wyl shut the door and closed them off from the view of the square; the square where Isolde had lived her entire life. Nervous, Isolde clutched the pack her mother had given her the spare clothes she might need. Then the carriage lurched and she was off. Off to her new life in the king's 'special spot'. -- Isolde's world felt as though it had been turned upside down. She stood in front of the second largest building she'd ever seen, next to the castle she'd just been in after being unloaded from the carriage. "Come on, Miss, you need to meet the other women you'll be staying with." Wyl said, guiding her with an outstretched hand. As Isolde stepped forward, head still spinning from the building's size, Wren's words came back to her; a harem...in an entire separate building...a mini palace... Wyl opened the high wooden doors, and Isolde stepped into her new home. What first struck her was the smell. Vanilla and jasmine, with undertones of citrusy orange...scents that raised gooseflesh across her arms and alerted her senses. And below all that, a musky smell, primal...something Isolde couldn't put a name to, but made her feel strange. Trying to shake her head clear, Isolde looked about her. The entire floor and walls were covered in a mosaic of bright flowers and vines entwining with one another, but if she looked closer, she could see hidden people in them, entwined just as the vines of the flowers were. She leaned in for a closer look, but was interrupted by a set of footsteps approaching her and her escort. "Ah, you must be the new addition," a silky voice with a slight accent greeted, "Welcome." She was divine. There was no other word for her. Tall, curvy, a buxom breast, with cascades of chocolate brown hair tumbling down her back and framing a heart shaped face and pursed soft pink lips. She wore nothing but a sheer white toga, breezily waving around her feet. "Thank you, Wyl, that will be all," said the woman, turning to Isolde. Wyl bowed before he left. "By your leave, Cara." She waved him off and continued her observation of her subject. All was silent, and from somewhere further in, Isolde heard the sound of falling water and girlish giggling. "So," Cara said, eyes looking at her charge, "You are young. What is your name?" "Isolde." "Isolde..." The name sounded strange in her mouth, rolling it around in her foreign accent. "Yes, a good name. Come, we must get you clean. We cannot have you dirtying His Majesty's private retreat. We can also introduce you to the other girls. Come, come." Isolde stopped and would not move. "Um, excuse me? Ma'am?" Turning with a perturbed look and sultry voice tinged with impatience, Cara inquired, "Yes?" "My family...I need to send money back to them...I was wondering if...um.." With a heavy sigh and a lift of her shoulders that made her breasts bounce Cara ensured her that her family would be rewarded handsomely, then took her hand led her away. Whisked away, Isolde barely had time to look at her surroundings as they passed through hallway after hallway, the pack her mother gave her bumping against her shoulders. Very soon, she was lost and just fell into step behind Cara until she reached a door and stopped. She pulled the door aside to reveal a more modern washroom, with a giant copper tub and tubes to bring heated water into the room. Cara instructed her to strip herself of her clothes and bathe, and told her she would be back within in the hour. With the door shut behind her, Isolde turned on the facet in the tub and let steamy water fill the tub. She stripped and step into the tub, sighing blissfully as she soaked. She couldn't remember the last time she had such a fine bath. The girls here are treated lavishly. She scrubbed her body and hair, rinsed, and then laid back. As Isolde soaked, she let her hands explore over her newly cleaned body, a luxury she had never gotten. She started with her breasts a new anomaly for the very late bloomer she was. So newly formed, but still very pert and a fair size- each bigger than an apple, but slightly smaller than an orange. Her nipples, slightly pointed from the cooling water, were small, as was the areola around them. Her hands went down her sides, over her deep waist and over her unshaved mound down to her thighs. They were small enough that her mother had clucked that she would have a hard time bearing sons, but big enough to still catch attention from the boys her age. She let her hand rest on her mound, playing with the hair until the water was cool enough for her to get out without shivering. Just as she was finished drying off, Cara walked into the room again. "Enjoy your bath?" Cara asked, eyeing her in the towel again. "Very much so, yes," Isolde smiled happily and reached for the pack with her spare clothes. "What are you doing?" Cara had a horrified look on her face as Isolde pulled out a brown peasant dress from the pack. "Dressing...?" "In that rag? No!" Cara spit in disgust and snatched the pack away. Holding it at arm's length, she threw it into what seemed to be a trash bin. "I have new clothes for you." Isolde held a blue fabric in her hand. The material was expensive, to be sure; silky, gossamer. And sheer. Very, very sheer. "Well? Put it on, girl." The goddess motioned to the mirror in front of Isolde. Isolde waited a few moments to see if Cara would turn to give her some privacy, but when it was evident she would wait until she put on the garment, Isolde dropped her towel with a flush of embarrassment. She slid the blue garment over her head and let it settle across her shoulders...or...just shoulder. It was a one shoulder dress with an extremely low neckline, scooping from her left shoulder across her right breast, so low that her right nipple was nearly shown. Instead, it was barely covered. Isolde felt her cheeks burn as she stood in front of the mirror and looked over her reflection. The dress fit her well, a straight cut that moved like water across her and brushed against her sensitive skin. All of it was sheer. It was hard to see through it unless you really looked, but her pubic hair was a dark spot among the fabric that helped to define her shape. "Cara, I can't wear this." The goddess lady scoffed. "You can and you must." She leaned down and arranged Isolde's still damp hair around her shoulders. "The King orders it, my dear." A gentle smile appeared on her face. "You will get used to it. Come, let's meet the others." Again Isolde was led through winding corridors and into a courtyard. A fountain stood in the middle, water splashing and gurgling as it fell, and women lounged under large tropical trees that fringed the yard. Somewhere a woman plucked a harp and sang with a honey voice. Cara led Isolde over to a group of women sitting under a grove of palm trees and fanning themselves with the fronds and drinking wine from chalices. Isolde noticed they were all wearing extremely sheer garments as well. "Girls, may I introduce Isolde? She is the new addition." Three women smiled and nodded, each giving their names in turn. "My," said one with olive skin, gray eyes, and a black braid, she had introduced herself as Aleta, "but she is young. How old are you, Isolde?" Isolde stood taller again, but then hunched because she was afraid of the sheerness of her gown. "I'm eighteen, miss." An ebon skinned woman, Nuru, formed her mouth into a perfect O. "The youngest of us all!" "Seems as though our King has a new taste," said another, pale skinned and blonde, popping grapes into her mouth; Eres. "I was the youngest. I'm twenty-one now. I came here when I was nineteen." "Oh." Isolde said, feet kicking at the ground. "So, have you gotten the official summons yet?" Nuru asked. Confusion flitted across Isolde's face. "Summons?" "To go to his bedchamber, my dear," Cara said, gently. "And do what?" Aleta smiled and with a devilish smile said curtly, "And fuck you senseless." Eres threw a grape at the black haired girl. "Don't be so blunt." Aleta shrugged. "She was going to find out anyways. We are the King's whores." "Courtesans, escorts, not whores." Cara said firmly. Nuru smiled. "We're concubines, in a sense." A numbness settled over Isolde. She had known this was the harem somewhere within her, but she had tried to cling to the hope this was the female servant's quarters. To have her suspicions confirmed nearly took her off her feet. She swayed and sat down, leaning her head back. She swallowed a few times as the conversation flowed about her. "How many of us are there?" She asked finally. "Oh, about...maybe a hundred? Maybe a little over. The King adds to us all the time." Cara said. "And why does he keep adding?" Isolde asked. "He likes his variety," Aleta said. "Each of us holds something...new for him." Isolde held up her head. "What is it that you have to offer him?" Aleta smiled her cunning smile again. "I am good with ropes. The bonding type. It's where when you have the man big and pulsing, you tie..." A sharp cough from Eres left her sentence unfinished. Aleta waved her hand in front of her. "You'll learn about it later." Isolde turned to the blonde. "And you, Eres?" "I have a great ass." "Oh..." Nuru said she had learn how to pleasure a man by using rounded 'toys' to reach inside a man's holes and activate a certain spot that let men have intense pleasure. Cara was the head concubine, having been one of the King's first and always a favorite of his. "And what's mine?" Isolde finally asked. But before anyone could answer, a guard trotted into the courtyard and located Cara, coming over to her. Cara excused herself to talk with the man, and when she came back, she held a small scroll in her hand. "Isolde, here is your official summons to the King's bedchambers." And she handed it to the red-head with a flourish. You have been summoned by his Majesty the King to attend to him this evening in his personal chambers in whatever manner he may request. Isolde looked up to see the concubines smiling at her. Behind them, Aleta smiled and mouthed 'he's going to fuck you senseless'. -- Evening came. Isolde stood outside the King's Chambers, jittery and nervous. The afternoon had been well spent in the harem. Isolde had been introduced to more of the girls, but mostly stayed around Aleta, Eres, Nuru, and Cara. The four had continued drinking until Aleta and Eres were rather muzzle headed. They had taken to sitting by Isolde and giving her advice about the coming night. "Don't be too scared." "Don't be stiff, enjoy him." "Touch his cock...a lot." "Fondle the balls behind it. He loves it." "Don't resist." "Yeah, cause The King will take whatever he wants anyways." They had even given Isolde some pointers on how to arouse the King if he was in a somber mood. Dancing, twirling your hips, playing with your body. Finally, two cups of wine past their limit, Eres offered to give a demonstration on Aleta of how to properly dance. Aleta had sat on one of the abundant chaise lounges while Eres had the harp player sing a slow, sensuous song that even had Isolde enthralled. Eres was proficient in the way she moved, her hips flowing and moving the fabric of her dress so it would reveal more to view and the flicking it a different way to show a new angle. Eres leaned forward on Aleta and had Aleta lean back so she could rub her chest against hers, then swinging around sit on Aleta's lap and grinding her ass into the girl's pelvis. After a few minutes of this, Isolde saw many of the women spreading their legs and pressing hands to their privates while watching. Her eyes flicked back in time to see Eres lean completely over Aleta and kiss her full on the lips. Isolde sat wide eyed as the two girls had kissed and licked and grinding into one another, until Eres got up and led Aleta out of the courtyard. "Where are they going?" Isolde asked Cara. Cara had sipped her wine and shrugged carelessly. "To one of their bedchambers on the second floor. The King knows we are not always satisfied, since he cannot get to us all. There are over a hundred of us, and the King is only human. So he has allowed that we may pleasure ourselves, if we feel the need, and that we can include other women in our beds if we wish; but no other men. Only him." Cara smiled and Isolde noticed her eyes getting bleary from drink too. "Makes us desperate for cock." Isolde had eaten dates and strawberries and delicious tarts, delicacies at home but only snacks here. She was too nervous to eat more, so she sat and waited until her escort arrived to bring her into the castle. The guard, happening to be Wyl, came for her near evensong and brought her here, to the king's chambers, where she now stood frozen at the door. Wyl knocked on the door for her and a muffled voice called for her to enter. The King stood in front of a roaring fire in trousers and a loose fitting white shirt with his purple overcoat hanging open. He smiled kindly. "Ah, Wyl. Thank you for bringing her. You may leave." And, just like that, Isolde was alone with the King. He gave her that smile again, kindly, but his eyes wandered over her poorly concealed body. "Sit with me Isolde, it was Isolde wasn't it?, yes, come sit with me near the fire." She carefully sat opposite of him in a chair, tight lipped. The King held a chalice out to her. "Have some wine. I can tell you're uneasy. The drink will help." Shakily, Isolde took the cup and drained the liquid in a few gulps. The King, startled, laughed and poured her another cup. She drowned half that and then sipped the rest as a warm glow began in the bottom of her stomach. "So," the King said, scooting his chair closer, "How did you like your new accommodations?" "Very much, sire. The others were extremely kind." "Good, good." The King leaned across to a small end table and lit a stick of incense and the room began to smell like the harem; jasmine, citrus, and musk. The Youth of Fountain I am writing to you from Fountain, a beautiful small college town named after the local spring water. My name is Wesley Dodge, and I am an adjunct professor at the University who also owns a small book store in town. My late wife Emma ran the store for me until a few months ago, and I've felt the loneliness of her loss terribly. My grief has blocked me out from even thinking about starting over with a new woman. The events of today, however, changed my thinking dramatically! I employ a young student named Vickie who helps me run the register. Vickie is 18 years old, but very mature in her looks and attitude. Vickie is of Laotian descent, short yet powerfully built with muscular legs and ass. She always wears rimless glasses and her hair in a bun, yet has saucily called me "Wes" from day one. Today, Saturday, Vickie came to work straight from her swim meet. Her long, wet hair cascaded down her back and the glasses were gone. She wore a hooded sweatshirt and tight cut-off shorts that amplified her sturdy brown legs and tight buttocks. At the end of the day, after 6 hours of watching Vickie squat and bend over picking up text books, I was in a surprising frazzle. I had never really thought of her in a sexual way, but today her casual attire was causing a bittersweet ache in my nut-bag that had been absent for too long. I couldn't bear to end the day, so I asked Vickie to stay after and help me in the back room. She seemed puzzled, but called her roommate Sonja and told her to pick her up in an hour. As we studied the stacks of books, Vickie tapped me on the shoulder. "Hey, Wes - you seem distracted today. Do you need to talk?" Vickie playfully hugged me and felt my cock bulge in my slacks. "Uh-oh. Did I cause this?" Vickie now traced the length of my twitching log through my slacks with one finger, and I gasped in embarrassment and lust. "I bet you'd like me to suck this, huh?" she teased with a wide smile that amplified her Asian good looks. "Uhh- Vickie-- I'm sorry-- it's just that you look so good today-" I managed feebly, and I held her waist as she raised her knee and ran it up and down my inner thigh. "Don't worry." she whispered and pinched my nose playfully. "I'm going to take care of this right now!" I groaned gratefully as she knelt down and unzipped my slacks. My fifty-year-old cock danced and swayed stiffly in the open air, until Vickie took me nut-deep into her teen-aged mouth. "Oh my fucking God!" I hissed through clenched teeth, and I clutched at the hood of Vickie's sweatshirt as she slurped and sloshed all over my veiny fat dong. "You're very good at this." I rasped in admiration, and I began to tug Vickie's long, silky black hair with gusto. "I've had enough practice!" Vickie offered while slapping my hard-on against the bridge of her pixie nose. Precum spritzed an arc into her hairline. "Those frat boys really take advantage of a drunk coed!" Sensing I wouldn't last much longer, Vickie jumped to her feet. My temporary dismay was erased by her next comment. "How would you like to cum inside an 18 year old pussy, Wes?" Vickie unbuttoned her shorts and quickly stepped out of them. Her lack of underwear caused the room to humidify with the scent of a sopping wet hairy corn-silk cunt that was backing up into my lap missile. "Do I need a rubb-". I was cut off by an audible plop as my raging prick was sucked into a syrupy blast oven. Vickie grabbed her ankles and snapped her fat brown Laotian ass around my shaft. "C'mon. Wes. Rinse my hairy pussy. Make your cum pour down my fucking legs." "I'm--gonna do it!" I yelped, as I reached under her sweatshirt and grabbed her small yet fat tits. My eruption unleashed itself with a violent, boiling fury. I grabbed Vickie's hips and slammed into her as I saw cum squirt back out of her pussy all over my abdomen. "Use-me-use-me-I'm cumming!" Vickie hiccuped as I drilled her teen-aged twat like I owned the fucking thing. After one last thrust, I let go of Vickie suddenly, and she skid on her ass all across the cum-stained floor. Looking at me in a daze, Vickie pulled her sweatshirt over her head and tossed it at me. A reddened halo covered her fat nipples, and Vickie scooped a handful of cum out of her snatch and rubbed it all over her tits and into her mouth. All of a sudden, I heard the front door buzz and knew that Sonja was here to pick up her violated roomie. "Hurry! Get dressed!" I whispered urgently, and I threw Vickie's clothes at her as I went up front to open the door. "H-hi. Come in." I stammered as I took in my first glimpse of Sonja. In front of me was a dark, slightly overweight Hispanic girl wearing a blouse and skirt that was just snug enough to cause a man to fantasize about what was underneath. Sonja had short, jet black hair like Halle Berry and deep black eyes to match. "Sonja! I'm back here!" I heard Vickie holler, and I could only pray that she looked more put together than the scent of my whorehouse bookstore hinted at. As we entered the back room, I saw to my horror that Vickie hadn't dressed at all. In fact, she sat lewdly on my desk with her legs splayed and a pool of pungent cum puddling between her thighs. "Vickie! What are you doing? Sonja is--". "Sonja? I call her "Mouth". So does every fraternity on campus." Vickie mocked with an arched eyebrow. Sonja whimpered deep in her throat and backed up into me. She looked up at me with pleading damp eyes that made my sodden prick stiffen in my pants all over again. "Get over here, "Mouth". Lick my Asian pussy clean until I cum a dirty discharge down your fuckin' slave gullet!" Sonja cried softly as she gingerly stepped over to Vickie's place. A sudden slip on the cum-soaked linoleum floor caused Sonja to fall face-forward into Vickie's soppy, hairy snatch. All three of us swooned in unison as the prim, well-dressed roommate sat in sperm that soaked her stockings and lapped obediently at Vickie's well-fucked snatch. Vickie looked at me through half-open eyes and started to wheeze toward orgasm. "Ughh- stick your cock in my slave! Fuck another teenager on your fat old dick!" Sonja groaned and lapped harder while raising her stained expensive skirt up to provide easy access. I knelt down in the slop and burrowed my face into her hot dark brown leaky lips. Sonja gasped and cried in Spanish as I stuck my prick into her super-tight cunt. Vickie grabbed Sonja's ears and smashed her soaked sex against the slurping roommate. "Eat! Eat! Do It, Whore!" she gurgled as her eyes rolled up in her head and then clenched shut. I started cumming again at the sight of things, and Sonja reached beneath herself to gently milk my boiling nut-bag as I spurt after spurt into her Hispanic fuck-hole. "Wow!" I managed in a weak voice. I hobbled to my feet and hoped the semester would never end. The Youth Pastor I was 25 years old when I arrived in town. Moving halfway across the country was a big step for me, but I was young and single, so I had the flexibility to do it. On top of that, I grew up a pastor's kid, so moving around and adjusting to new people wasn't that big of a deal. I was following in my dad's footsteps, having moved here to become a youth pastor at a small church. As for me, I'm John. I stand 5'9" and I'm a few pounds overweight, though not obese. I have brown hair and green eyes, and I keep a beard neatly trimmed. Overall, I'm fairly average looking, I suppose, but at the time, I was pretty inexperienced, sexually. Being a goody-two-shoes pastor's kid, I had only kissed a few girls, and had never gotten further than 2nd base with my college girlfriend, though I had seen my fair share of porn. Upon completing my move, I didn't really know anyone, so I threw myself into my work. Going to my students' sporting events, choir concerts, and whatever else they were involved in that was open to the public was and still is my most common form of entertainment, but don't take that as a complaint. I love my job and my students. One of the first students I met upon my arrival was Megan. She was in the fall of her sophomore year in high school and just shy of her 16th birthday when I arrived. Straight A student, 3-year captain of the school lacrosse team, plays guitar and piano, sings in the school choir and did I mention gorgeous? Her dirty blonde hair goes down past her shoulders when she lets it out (which rarely happens, due to the fact that she always seems to be coming from or going to a lacrosse game or practice), and she has beautiful brown eyes, cute little nose, and thin pink lips. She stands about 5'6" and has the body of an athlete. Long, tan, muscular legs (accented by the running shorts that were her preferred attire) and a flat stomach, cultivated from years of running up and down the lacrosse field, with what I was pretty sure were small, pert breasts usually hidden behind a sports bra and a loose-fitting t-shirt. Being a musician myself, Meg and I developed an immediate rapport, and she quickly became one of my favorite students. We often worked together on church events, and I went to enough of her lacrosse games that I came to know her whole team by name, and many of them knew me as well. I even gave her a few piano lessons. Two years later, as she neared graduation, she seemed interested in going into the ministry herself, so I offered Megan a summer internship at the church, which she happily accepted. We spent a pleasant summer working together and getting to know each other. We often talked about her dreams for the future, her fears about going off to college, and life in general. On the last day of her internship, she and I happened to be the last two people in the office. As we finished up our work for the day and packed up, we were (as usual) talking about her pending move to school, and the topic turned to our romantic lives. "You gonna have a girlfriend by the time I come back to visit?" she playfully joked, a teasing gleam in her eye. "Probably not, " I half-joked, a hint of wistfulness in my voice, despite my efforts to hide it. I turned the tables on her. "What about you? You haven't had a boyfriend in a year, and I know you get hit on regularly." "What makes you say that?" she responded, a look of innocence and genuine curiosity on her face. "Have you seen you? You're beautiful, smart, friendly, talented..." My face reddened slightly as my complement trailed off. I had never spoken so forwardly to her before, despite being well aware of her charms, both physical and otherwise. There was an awkward silence before her response came back softly. "You really think that?" She sat down in one of the chairs facing my old wooden desk, thinking my statement over. "Think what?" "That I'm beautiful." "Of course, I do." I was incredulous. Did she really not know how attractive she was? I mean, I had never really thought about doing anything her, with the difference of nearly a decade between our ages, but I had assumed she was aware just how beautiful she was. I stood, leaning back on my desk, while trying unsuccessfully to figure out what was going on in her pretty head. Meanwhile, the tension in the room had gone from non-existent to thick as molasses, and it had happened way faster than I was prepared for. If I was being honest with myself, I wasn't even sure what I wanted to happen next. "You have a crush on me!" she blurted out. I could hear in her voice and see on her face that it wasn't so much an accusation as a realization. I began to verbally backpedal, my teaching instincts kicking in. "No, not a crush, per say. I mean... you are incredibly attractive... But no, of course I don't have a crush on you." Megan slowly stood up and took a step closer to me. As she closed the gap between us, she softly said, "That's ok, John. In fact, while we're being honest, I've had a crush on you for a while now, too." I stood there, stunned into immobility as she kissed me, lightly, on the lips. The feel of her small lips on mine, her body a shadow pressing against me, left me speechless. "Umm..." I dumbly responded after the kiss ended. Even though I couldn't articulate a coherent thought, I was aware somewhere in the back of mind that she hadn't taken a step back, even after breaking the kiss. She giggled in the cutest way. "What?" she inquired. "What was that?" I finally managed to get out a full sentence. "Well, you have a crush on me, and I have a crush on you, so I figured that was the logical next step. Didn't you like it?" "Absolutely I did. It's just... you're my student, and..." She cut me off with another kiss, this time with a little more enthusiasm, before I could finish my thought. Instinctively, I began to kiss back, though my brain was still arguing with itself about whether this was right or wrong. The metaphorical devil and angel on each shoulder were having a knockdown, drag out, and at that particular moment, I couldn't tell who was going to win. As the kiss broke, she began to speak. "Technically, I'm not your student any more. You're a youth pastor, and I'm out of high school. AND I'm just a few months shy of 19, so I'm an adult by all standards, wouldn't you agree?" She made a compelling argument, and the devil on one shoulder started beating the crap out of that self-righteous angel on the other. My response was to initiate a kiss of my own. This kiss was longer, deeper. My hands drifted to her hips and I drew her in to me as her arms wrapped around my neck. Taking the lead, I gently probed her lips with my tongue. She responded by opening her lips up and meeting my tongue with her own, all the while wrapping her arms tighter around my neck. As I stood in my church office, making out with one of my (now former, I guess) students, I struggled to wrap my mind around what was happening. After what felt like hours (though it couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes), I decided to just go with it and see where we ended up. I allowed my hands to slide down from her hips to her butt, waiting for a reaction. When there was none, I gently squeezed her. Oh, it was glorious! Far better than I could have imagined. I squeezed and rubbed her butt as she began to moan into my mouth. I broke our kiss and looked into the warm brown depths of her eyes. "That ok?" Her gentle nod gave me all the encouragement I needed to keep going. As I kneaded her butt and we continued to kiss, her arms slipped down from around my neck. Her hands slid down my shoulders and rested on my chest, bumping my nipples and sending a shockwave through my body, which did not go unnoticed on her end. She began to gently rub my nipples through my shirt, occasionally pinching them gently between her fingers. Meanwhile, she began to grind herself into me, following the rhythm of my hands on her rounded posterior. After a few minutes of this, I felt her left hand slowly begin to work its way from my chest down over my stomach and towards my belt line. I nearly came as she began to rub my long-since fully erect cock through my jeans. Even at the age of 28, no one else had ever touched me like that. She looked me in the eye and softly whispered, "Can I see it?" I nodded, and that was all the encouragement she needed. We passed the point of no return as she began to undo my belt buckle, followed by the button and zipper on my jeans. Up to this point, if we had heard keys in the main door of the office, we might have been able to extricate ourselves from each other with some sense of believability. But as she pulled both my shorts and my boxers down with one swift tug, leaving me wearing nothing but a t-shirt, I knew that there was no way we would be able to hide our activities, should any unexpected visitors show up. My 6-inch cock sprang to life in front of her, harder than it had ever been. I silently thanked God that I was her first as she gasped audibly at the sight. She wrapped her hand around the throbbing tool and gave me a clumsy tug. Reflexively, I jerked back at the unexpectedly rough handling. She apologized, embarrassed and began to take her hand off of my cock. I reassured her that it was ok, and as I demonstrated my time-tested technique for pleasuring myself, we momentarily slipped back into the student/leader roles with which we were so comfortable. She proved a quick study, and she was soon rubbing me like an expert, my pre-cum beginning to leak and acting as a natural lubricant as she slowly jacked me off. Her eyes were locked on what was happening between us. She was mesmerized at the sight. I gently broke her spell. "Feel free to take a closer look," I encouraged. She looked at me again, questioning, and when I gave her a nod, she dropped to her knees. Megan continued to slowly rub my cock, now just inches from her face. I took her free hand and placed it on my balls, and she got the hint. Now she was slowly jacking me off with her left hand, and playing with my balls with her right. I watched as she slowly moved her face towards me. Daintily she stuck out her tongue and took a bit of pre-cum on it. As her tongue made contact, another lightning bolt flew up and down my body. She withdrew her tongue back into her mouth, a drop of pre-cum sticking to it and stretching to create a temporary bridge between us, which broke as she closed her lips to examine the drop that was left on her tongue. She paused, seemingly trying to decide whether or not she liked it, and then stuck her tongue out again. This time her tongue took some more time exploring my cock, running around the head, and up and down the shaft as her hand took a break. She then proceeded to kiss my throbbing head, right on the tip. She did this a few times, amusing herself, before taking my head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Slowly, inch-by-inch, she took more of me into her mouth until I felt the back of her throat. She didn't have my whole cock in her mouth, but I didn't care. I was in heaven. Gently she pulled back till just my tip was in her mouth, and then took me in again. She went a little faster each time, both of us enjoying it more and more as I guided her gently. As before, she proved to be a quick learner. A thought popped into my head about how I wanted to be a generous lover and give her the first orgasm, but her enthusiasm at exploring my cock and balls was quickly making that an impossibility. As she sucked me, running her tongue all over me, using her hands as aides, she was driving me closer and closer to an explosion in her mouth. "I... I'm really close," I warned her as I stripped off my t-shirt. The room had gotten very hot, very quickly. She paused just long enough to look up at me and reply, "I want to taste it," before taking me back into her mouth. I couldn't believe my luck. This good church girl was proving to be quite the little nymph. Gently holding her head in my hands, I gave up trying to hold back. I flooded her mouth with my cum, shooting jet after jet into the back of her throat. After 5 or 6 full streams, I began to slow down, but my seed was already starting to drip out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin, despite her best efforts to swallow all of it. After making sure to get every last drop out of my rapidly-softening cock and using her fingers to get the remnant that had escaped onto her chin back into her mouth, she swallowed the last of it and looked up at me, entrancing me once again with her big, brown eyes. "Wow," was all I managed to say. I pulled her up so she was standing, leaning into me again and she kissed me. I tasted myself on her lips and tongue, and after a moment of consideration, decided that it wasn't altogether unpleasant. She broke our kiss and softly asked, "Was that your first blowjob?" Just hearing such sexually charged words come out of the mouth of this girl whom I had previously thought of as so innocent caused my cock to attempt to stir again. My response in the affirmative seemed to take her aback, and I asked if she was that surprised. "Well, I figured that at some point you'd probably gotten one. I didn't realize that youth pastors are all as innocent as their sermons," was her reply, a twinkle in her eye. "Maybe not all of us, but I was. I'm glad, though. That was incredible," I said, before ending the conversation with another deep kiss. As we kissed, I realized that she was still fully clothed. I made up my mind to change that, and repay the pleasure she had just given me. I began kissing her neck, gently nibbling and sucking on her soft skin. I didn't have a lot of sexual experience, but I knew that I was good at this part. She softly moaned as I sucked a bit of her skin in between my lips before gently releasing it, and then repeated the motion a few inches away. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt, I removed my lips from her skin just long enough to quickly lift it up and over her head, dropping it onto the pile of my own clothes on the floor. Doing so revealed that the skin under her shirt was a few shade lighter than her arms and legs, protected from the sun by lacrosse jerseys for years. Her breasts remained unfortunately trapped underneath her sports bra, but now I had better access to her shoulders and collarbone, and proceeded to explore them with my lips. I moved around behind her, never stopping my assault on her soft skin. I allowed my hands to roam over her flat stomach and up to her breasts, still trapped underneath her sports bra. She leaned back into me as my hands slipped under the bottom hem of her sports bra. I slid my hands up inside of it, allowing my hands to cover her small breasts. Lifting my hands up, her bra came with them. As her bra passed over her head, her 28A breasts sprang free. After dropping the bra onto the floor in the growing pile of clothes, my hands returned to her chest. I cupped her petite, perky breasts in my hands, letting the small nipples slide between my fingers. I looked over her shoulders and saw her small, pink areolas and nipples as my fingers and hands traveled over them, alternating between lightly brushing over them and gripping and pinching them. Megan's head leaned back into the crook of my neck, and she moaned lightly as I continued to kiss her neck and shoulders, letting her luxuriate in the new sensations. Removing my hands from her breasts, I placed my left hand on her hip and used my right to gently press on her upper back, bending her forward as she put her hands out to steady herself on the big wooden desk, a remnant from youth pastors past. Hooking the waistband of her running shorts with my thumbs, I slowly pulled them down to the floor, squatting as I did so. I was rewarded with the sight of the globes of her incredible ass, half covered by a pair of simple pink cotton panties as she stepped out of her shorts, her ass and leg muscles rippling as she executed the simple action. I let my hands run up and down her legs, lightly touching her skin, feeling every muscle and sinew. Meanwhile, I kissed the exposed skin on her ass, enjoying the taste of the pale skin before standing back up. My cock, now half hard, rubbed against her ass and she began to grind against it, causing me to harden quickly. I paused, simply enjoying the view of this nubile young thing, bent over my desk in front of me, just waiting for my next move. I pulled her back to a standing position and turned her to face me, kissing her long and deep as I gently pushed her back so she was leaning with her ass against my desk. I bent forward and began kissing her upper chest. I kept my hands on her hips as I began moving toward her left breast, eventually kissing in increasingly smaller concentric circles, getting closer to her nipple with each one. When I got to her areola, I stuck my tongue out and lightly flicked her nipple with it. She gasped at the unexpected movement and put her hand on my head, gently trying to pull me closer to her. I, however, was determined to go at my own pace and prolong this pleasure as long as possible for both of us. I touched her nipple with my tongue again, maintaining the contact longer this time, and slowly allowed my lips to close around her breast. I could very nearly take the whole thing in my mouth, and very nearly did. As I devoured her tit, she again pulled my head toward her chest, which I allowed this time. After a few minutes of pleasuring her left breast, I then kissed my way across the valley between it and her right one and repeated the process. As I finished my assault on her breasts, my hand ventured down to the intersection of her legs. I allowed my middle finger to gently trace her slit through the thin material of her panties, feeling her dampness. She pushed her sex towards my hand, trying to increase the pressure on her clit. Instead of giving her the pressure she wanted, I reached my hands around her, grabbed her ass, and lifted her up so she was sitting on the edge of my desk. I gently pushed her back so she was lying on her back and quickly moved the chairs in my office behind me so that she could rest her feet on them. As she lay back on my desk, I leaned over her and kissed the pale skin on her stomach, exploring the flat expanse. I paused briefly to tease her navel with my tongue, which elicited a giggle from above my head, before heading for her most delicate area. I kissed over her panties as her legs instinctively parted, giving me full access. I could smell and taste her juices on her panties as I kissed and licked her through the fabric. Slipping my fingers under the top of her panties, I slowly pulled them down. Her legs came together to allow me to remove them, momentarily blocking my view of her pussy. Even so, I could see that her blonde bush was trimmed close, allowing me a view of the top of the crevice that held the object of my desire. I pulled her panties over her feet, leaving her totally naked in front of me. I kissed her ankles, causing goose bumps to erupt all over her legs. I continued exploring her legs with my mouth, kissing, licking, and lightly blowing on the bare skin in front of me. I kissed over her shins and calves, reaching her knees, where the slight scars from years of turf burns awaited me. I kissed them gently, sensing that she was self-conscious about them, not shying away from them, and proceeded up to her thighs. As I proceeded towards where her legs met, they spread wider for me, and before I knew it my mouth was on her inner thighs, mere inches from her pink gash. Her scent threatened to overpower me. I turned my attention to her cunt, blowing cold air onto it, causing her to shiver and the goose bumps that had receded from her skin to reappear. She had been mostly still as I had explored her legs, but when I finally kissed her pussy lips, she jerked like she had been electrocuted. I looked up at her, and the look of wide-eyed excitement on her face caused me to smile. I kissed her lips again, lingering a little longer. I took her outer lips between my own lips, gently sucking on them one at a time. I stuck my tongue out and proceeded to lick her slit from bottom to top, slowly, enjoying her taste as I did so. I intentionally avoided touching her clit as I reached the top, wanting to wait till just the right moment to take her to the next level. The Youth Pastor & Rochelle Right from the top I want you to understand that my intentions were never anything but good. I never planned, nor even desired what took place to ever happen. It just did. I had been Rochelle's Youth Pastor for 5 years. She was 13 when I accepted the position at the church. A skinny little girl who hadn't even developed much physically yet. Boy how times had changed, but I'll talk more about that later. I had walked she and her family through a lot over the years. Her moms affair and then divorce from her dad, the marriage to the man she had the affair with, the death of 3 of her 4 grandparents, the suicide of her best friend... Lets just say, the years had been rough on the now 18 year old. This was the summer before her Senior year in High School. She was 18 going into her Senior year, because she took the divorce of her parents so hard that she was held back in the 8th grade. I had a very close relationship with Rochelle, her younger sister Emily and her mother, but the relationship was completely wholesome. Until a couple months ago. What happened was unplanned, but incredibly amazing. It all started on a hot summer day in the middle of July. I had taken all the Seniors on the annual lake front camp out. Tubing, water-skiing, jet skiing... all sorts of activities around the lake. When it came to water-skiing, I was the designated teacher. Having been raised near a lake, I was a good water-skier and had never failed in getting new skiers up and gliding across the surface. Rochelle and I were waist deep in the water. In front of us was the boat with a driver and 3 other Senior boys. She was wearing a yellow bikini with one of those wrap around float belts instead of a life vest. She had the rope in her hands, was leaning back in my arms, knees bent to her chest, tips up...once she nodded her head to me, I gave the thumbs up. The boat shot forward and started to lift her out of the water, then it happened, she went face first into the water. I was at her side quickly, all of the sudden, we both, along with the boys in the boat noticed, she had lost her top. Terrified, she turned away from the boys and to me and put her arms around me so none of the boys would see her breasts. I quickly sent the boat away to save her any further embarrassment. She stayed in my arms for at least a couple minutes more, just crying. Finally I assured her none of the boys could have seen anything as she had turned to me so quickly. Then, we decided to look for her top. It was no where to be found. I had a radio on the shore and radioed Mike, who was driving the boat and told him to stay away for as long as he could and radio me back before he returned. Rochelle was shook up and needed some time to calm down. We walked back to the campsite, luckily it was empty as the rest of the girls had gone to town to shop, they were not due back until supper that night. As we walked back, Rochelle was upset and wanted me to put my arm around her the whole time. I just couldn't stop looking down at her breasts. I don't think she realized I was looking, her mind was still tied in knots. As I said earlier, I was very close to her family. When we arrived and went into the cabin where she was staying, she turned to me, again in tears and put her arms around my waist. I just held her, trying to comfort her. I didn't mean to, but the feel of her breasts against my chest was a little too much for me to handle. I began to get very hard. I honestly didn't know what to do, I didn't think I should push her away, at the same time, I also new that since I was wearing only swim trunks, it would be impossible to hide my growing erection. I just continued to hold her and tried to think of something else. From old ladies to my grandma to...well anything else. It just didn't seem to matter. My mind kept going back to the fact that I had an incredibly beautiful 18 year old with me and she was topless and I was holding her in my arms...her breasts were touching my chest, the scent from her perfume was still strong. I could see the two of us in the full length mirror on the door, her bikini bottoms covered very little and did nothing more than get my imagination going. Before long, I was hard as a rock. After several minutes, she calmed down. When she did, it was unavoidable, she noticed my erection. Her hands moved lower to the top of my waist and I felt her lightly, and gently pull me closer to her. Clearly, at least as far as I could tell, she loved the feel of my hard cock pushing against her tummy. The truth is, by now, I loved it too, and now I no longer tried to think of anything else. My hands moved lower too, soon, they were on her ass and I was pulling her even closer. I felt her begin to move her hips, kind of grinding her tummy into my hard cock. It was incredible. I then moved my hands up, and then inside her bikini bottoms. My hands grasped her ass, fingers spread, ring finger on both hands feeling the increasing wetness between her legs. I leaned my head down and kissed her softly on top of the head. Her head lifted, and soon, our lips met. We began to kiss, before long, the kissing was quite passionate...tongues intertwined, dancing the lovers dance. We hadn't said a word, but our actions were speaking for themselves. She moved her right hand between us and began to touch me through my swimsuit. I can't even express how amazing it felt. We continued to kiss passionately. Her hand moved inside and she began to stroke the length of my cock softly. Her hand encircled my cock and she began to move it up and down on the shaft. I let out a moan at the sensation. Then, she lowered herself slowly until she was on her knees facing me. She never let go of my cock. With her other hand she lowered my swimsuit and I stepped out of it. Here I was, standing naked before one of my youth group kids, my eyes now gazing down at her perfect breasts. She moved her mouth to my cock. At first she kissed the head, her tongue slipped between her lips and touched the hood lightly, it sent shivers down my spine and another moan from my lips. My fingers began to run through her hair and I gently pushed her face towards my now throbbing shaft. My eyes watered as I looked down at her beautiful face, watched her lips open slightly and begin to take my shaft inside. He tongue swirled around the head as she slid her lips down my shaft. She took it in as far as she could. Then, she moved her lips farther onto me and started to work me in and out of her mouth. I was about to explode, the thought of this forbidden act was more than I could handle. For the first time words filed the air of the cabin; "Oh Rochelle...I'm about to explode...I'm about to cum!" Her eyes looked up at me, she took the small part of my shaft that wasn't in her mouth and began to stroke it with her hands...pushing them up and down with the motions of her lips. Within a short time, I moaned her name out loud and exploded, shooting pearl streams in her mouth and throat. She didn't hesitate a bit, in fact, she worked me more feverishly than before, swallowing every last drop I could produce. Afterwards, she licked me clean, not leaving so much as a single drop. She stood to face me and started to kiss me passionately once again. When our tongues met, I could taste my loving juices on her tongue. The thought of my juices mixed with her saliva as we kissed began to really excite me again. We moved against the mirror I was looking in earlier. I put my hands under her arms and lifted her high. She grabbed the support going across the ceiling and pulled herself higher as I continued to lift. Soon, her legs straddled my shoulders. Her sweet love tunnel now at my mouth. My tongue darted out of my mouth and slid across the slit of her perfect pussy. This time it was her turn to let out a moan. My tongue then shot inside her and began to explore the warm tunnel. My nose rubbing against her clit as I explored what she had presented to me. There was a sweet and salty taste to her. The moment was so erotic, my cock began to grow again. Her fingers took my hair and pulled it as I worked her with my tongue. My hands on her ass, tongue inside her, darting in and out as if it were a tiny cock fucking her. She began to moan louder, my name, she was moaning my name. I can't express how incredible it was to hear this lovely young lady moaning my name as I ate her hot wet pussy. My fingers dug into her ass as I worked her, a pinky sliding inside penetrating her star, moving in and out in unison with my tongue in her pussy. She began to shake, her pussy tightened, I felt her tugging on my hair, then, her juices began to flow. Now almost shouting my name, I felt her body quake as she came. I lowered her to face me once again and once again the passionate kissing started. This time it was her juices mixed with my saliva. Our hands moved freely all over each others bodies. She whispered in my ear: "Pastor Jay, please, I want you to make love to me! I'm still a virgin, I want you to be my first. I've loved you for the longest time, please make love to me!" How could I refuse such a heart felt plea? I lifted her legs until they straddled my waist. My cock pressed against her tight wet slit. Her hand moved to my cock and she slid the head up and down her slit, as if to tease herself and me at the same time. Then, she positioned it at her narrow opening and again whispered; "Make love to me Pastor Jay, make love to me!" I pushed my hips slowly forward, the tip slipping inside. I moved it in and out of her several times, letting her get used to it as it spread her tunnel wider. Then I pushed deeper inside. Again I moved in and out at that depth several times before pushing in deeper. At that point, she let out a little cry, as I pushed through her virgin cherry. I stopped at there and just stood still. Kissing her and holding her until the momentary pain subsided. After a moment or two, she whispered; "Please don't stop. I want to feel all of you. I want to feel your juices inside me!" My thrusts began again. Soon, my cock was buried completely inside her warm tunnel. My thrusts intensified, the pace quickened. She began to move with me, her hips moving to me with each one of my thrusts. We kissed, our tongues now dancing the lovers dance as we made love. That's what it was for us, we were making love, we weren't fucking, we were making love. Her hand moved between us once again and she began to rub up and down on her clit as we made love. Within a few minutes, I felt the walls of her pussy tighten, she let out a moan and began to cum. The moment I sensed her release, I could no longer hold back, I began to shoot deep inside her, filling her pussy with my juices, out tongues still dancing. My cock still hard enough to stay inside her, I carried her to her bed, we laid together kissing and touching each other. After a short time she broke the silence. "I'm so sorry Pastor Jay, I hope you don't think I'm a slut now. When I felt your hard cock against me I just couldn't hold myself back." "Don't worry at all about it Rochelle. I couldn't hold back either. But we can't ever tell anyone what happened. It has to be between us, and, if you don't mind, I'm sure hoping this won't be the last time." She smiled sweetly at me; "Oh Pastor Jay, I will be yours as long as you want me. It will be our secret." We kissed again, then I got dressed, kissed her softly, my hands cupping the perfect breasts that so ignited me earlier and I left. Since that day, I'm not even sure how many times we've made love, and the places... Ahh, perhaps another time I will have the opportunity to share with you again... for the love continues! The Youth Pastor I licked her length again, a little more urgently this time, and she tried unsuccessfully to grind her pussy against my face. I slowly inserted my tongue into her hole, probing as far as I could and wiggling around inside of her. I felt her hand on the back of my head, gently pushing me into her. In the theater of my mind, I recalled years of porn, and using what I had seen there as a guide, I began to lick in earnest, exploring every inch of her pussy, allowing her to grind against my face. I could hear her breathing get more and more shallow as I felt her excitement building and, guessing that she was close to orgasm, I finally took her clit in my mouth, using my lips, tongue, and even teeth to stimulate the sensitive button as she bucked against my face, her hand holding my head against her sex. Her climax came suddenly, mildly surprising both of us. In an instant, she went from grinding wildly against my face to completely stiff, every muscle in her body tensing up as her orgasm overtook her. I continued kissing her pussy and the surrounding area as she came down from the mountaintop, cleaning up her juices. I looked up at her face, a look of supreme satisfaction radiating from it, her hair falling wildly in a kind of halo around her head. Her skin had a light sheen of sweat on it, her ministrations on my tongue having taken their toll. I began to kiss my way up her body, pausing once again to give some special attention to her belly button and each nipple before leaning all the way over her and meeting her lips with mine. She smiled, still catching her breath from her orgasm, and suddenly became aware that my cock was fully erect again and was now rubbing gently against her pussy. I stood up and took my member in my hand and began slowly rubbing the tip of it up and down her glistening slit. I was grateful for my previous orgasm, because I knew that simple act would have caused me to explode just a half hour ago. The smile remained on her face, encouraging me as I allowed my head to gently push between her engorged lips, which spread wide to accept me, and she sat up on her elbows to watch the intrusion. While her lips accepted me easily, her pussy muscles were significantly tighter. As I began to push the purple head of my cock into her, I leaned into her, slowly pushing the walls of her hole farther apart than they had ever been. I could feel her juices dripping out of her below my cock, and I knew that they were running over her asshole and onto my desk. I paused upon reaching her barrier, the thin membrane representing the last vestige of her virginity. I looked up from her pussy, making eye contact with her, a question in my eyes. She bit her lip and nodded, her huge brown eyes showing the trust she was placing in me. I leaned into her, breaking through the thin film and taking both her virginity and mine simultaneously. She threw her head back, eyes closed, with a look of discomfort on or face. I held still, waiting for her cue to keep going, watching her face as the pain subsided and was replaced with a relaxed look as she got used to the feeling of me inside her. She opened her eyes, looked back at me, and smiled again. Slowly, I pushed myself forward, stretching her out, until I was all the way inside of her, feeling my balls against her ass below. As I slowly pulled out of her, I was shocked at how cold my cock felt, having become accustomed to her warmth. I allowed all but the head of my penis to exit her tunnel before pushing back into her, still trying to be gentle. After burying myself in her pussy a second time, I removed and reinserted myself, a little more force behind the thrust this time than before. She softly moaned. I put my hands on her hips, steadying myself as I began fucking my former student. We began to develop a rhythm, each thrust into her dripping pussy quicker and more powerful than the last. As our pace increased, the only sounds were skin slapping skin, my light grunts as a pounded her soft flesh, and the occasional whimper emitting from Megan's lips. She lay back on the desk, no longer worried about watching the action. She lifted her feet off of the chairs that she had been resting them on behind me and wrapped her legs around my ass, giving me a little better angle as I drove into her. Megan moved her right hand to her chest and rubbing her own nipples as her left slipped down to her clit, furiously rubbing the nub as I fucked her tight, hot pussy. I reached up and took her face in my hand, my thumb on her lips. She kissed my thumb, then opened her lips and began sucking it, fellating it as I plowed her pussy harder and harder. Silently, I prayed that she would cum before I did, as neither of us had any protection, and not knowing if I would be able pull out and leave her hanging. Luckily for both of us, I could sense her orgasm building as her pussy tightened down on my cock. A scream caught in her throat as her second climax of the afternoon hit her naked body and she stiffened as before, my cock trapped inside her as her muscular legs wrapped around me, holding me tight. I desperately tried to hold my own explosion back, our lack of preparation staring me in the face. I managed to remove myself from the grip her legs had on me, and as she lay back on the desk, I began stroking my penis, now covered in her juices. It only took a few strokes before I reached my second orgasm of the day, shooting 6 or 7 streams of hot cum onto her breasts and stomach. A few smaller pumps worth landed on the inside of her thighs, and she used her finger to retrieve the last few drops of the warm liquid from my cock, which she then sucked off of her finger. She paused and took in the situation, then smirked and jokingly admonished me. "Look at the mess you've made." Remembering my salty taste on her lips from earlier, I made a quick decision. "Guess I better clean up after myself, huh?" I responded before leaning down and licking my own cum off of her naked body, once again causing goose bumps to ripple up and down her body. I took her hands and pulled her up to a sitting position, kissing her deeply. Her legs were still wrapped loosely around me as she sat on the edge of my desk, both of us basking in a post orgasmic glow. She buried her face in the crook of my neck and almost immediately pulled her face back, making a funny face at me. "You know I can't go home smelling like this." I realized that we both had a layer of sweat on our skin, which combined with our sex to create quite a formidable scent in the office. I smiled and winked at her. "There's a shower in the other building," I suggested, a shit-eating grin plastered on my face. She grinned wide, pushing me away playfully, and hopped down off the desk. "What are we waiting for?" she replied as she reached for the pile of clothes on the floor. We dressed at lightning speed and quickly made our way across the parking lot from the office building to the main building. As I turned off the alarm, she went ahead of me, heading for the children's area where the shower was. I followed behind her, and when I got to the bathroom, she was already bent over the tub, adjusting the knobs with one hand, the other under the water stream. I stopped and admired her ass once again before she stood up, turned to face me, and kissed me, our tongues lingering on each other. We undressed quickly and I stepped back, holding my hand out in a "ladies first" gesture. She curtsied, holding an invisible skirt out as she did so, and stepped into the shower. I followed quickly behind her. I stood in the dry end of the shower and watched as she turned to face me and leaned back into the hot water, eyes closed, her perfect naked body exposed to my lustful eyes as the water cascaded through her hair, over her face, and down across her skin. The image caused my cock to harden once again, much to my own surprise. She opened her eyes and looked at me. She let her gaze drift down, and took in the image of my surprisingly hard cock. Raising her hand to eye level, she crooked her finger in a "come here" gesture, to which I immediately complied. I joined her under the stream of hot water, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing her deeply, water dripping down over both of us. Wasting no time, I turned us 90 degrees and pushed her back up against the cold tile of the shower wall. My left hand slipped down to the back of her upper thigh, pulling her leg up. She wrapped it around me, pulling me closer, which created just the right angle for me to enter her warm hole yet again. Once I was buried in her, I lifted her up by her ass, and she wrapped both of her legs around me as I began stroking in and out of her. I used the wall to help hold her up as she looked at me, pleasantly surprised at the speed and aggressiveness with which I'd initiated this latest coupling. As hot as this unusual position was, though, I couldn't last too long like this. Thankfully, she sensed it, and put her legs down. This movement unfortunately caused my cock to slip out of her wet pussy, but I wasn't about to let that state linger. Megan looked at me, waiting for some direction. Quickly, I spun her around, she put her hands onto the shower wall, and I swiftly entered her from behind. As we got into a comfortable rhythm, I reached my hands around her, taking a small breast in each hand, playing with her nipples and enjoying their feel against my palms. Meanwhile, she slid one hand down to her crotch and began to touch her clit, rubbing her fingers in a circular pattern, which caused her to moan into the tile wall. After a few minutes of hard, fast fucking, I slowed down the pace a bit. I dropped my right hand down to her lower back and began rubbing my thumb up and down her ass crack, beginning where my cock was entering her pussy and continuing up to where her crack evened out to her lower back. Slowly, I rubbed up and down as she rocked back and forth on my cock. After a few minutes of this, I paused the motion of my hand with my thumb at her rosebud and applied a bit of gentle pressure on the puckered hole. She stopped her motion on my cock and looked back at me. "How's that feel?" I asked. Her eyes gave me all the answer I needed. I could see the trust in her eyes. She knew I had her best interest in mind, and she would let me do what I thought would give her the most pleasure. My cock still buried to the hilt in her pussy, I pushed harder with my thumb against her asshole. I soon broke her seal and slid in up to the first knuckle, the shower water acting as a natural lubricant. She gasped as I penetrated her, and I paused. After she'd caught her breath again, I slid my thumb in all the way, gently wiggling inside of her and rubbing against the inner walls of her asshole. Leaving my thumb lodged in her ass, I slowly began fucking her pussy again. After a few minutes of letting her get used to the intrusion in her ass, I slowly withdrew myself from both of her holes. Placing the tip of my cock against Megan's asshole, I pushed against her. The head of my cock slipped into her, spreading her wider than she'd ever imagined being spread. I couldn't believe that anything could be tighter than her pussy had been, but this was something else. The pressure on my cock was almost painful, but I knew that once we got passed the initial discomfort, we'd both be in heaven. I pushed into her at an excruciatingly slow pace, pausing intermittently to let her get used to the intrusion in her most forbidden space. Finally, after a few minutes of gentle pressure, I was all the way inside her ass. As she expanded to accommodate my girth, Megan looked back at me with a look of amazement on her face. "I never imagined this was even possible, let alone that it would feel so good!" she gasped. Taking that as a signal to continue, I slid out, then back in slowly. Then out, and back in. As I began to fuck her ass, her hand resumed its work on her clit. My hands found her breasts again, and I began to play with her nipples in earnest as I fucked her ass enthusiastically. Minutes passed, and the tightness of her ass began to take its toll. Despite having already cum twice in the past hour, I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I stroked her harder and harder, faster and faster, quickly nearing an explosion like I'd never felt before. I soon lost control of myself, fucking Megan's ass with abandon, till I blew my load inside of her. As she felt my warm seed fill her up, Megan also came to her third orgasm of the day. Shuddering on my cock, she cried out, biting her lip in an attempt to keep the noise level down, despite the fact that we were the only two in the church building. I put my hands on her hips, supporting her as her knees buckled beneath her. My cock slipped out of her asshole and I turned her to face me. Holding her tight against my chest, I leaned forward and kissed the top of her wet head. She looked up and gazed into my eyes, so I leaned down, gently kissing the end of her nose. She smiled once again and reached up for one last kiss. "I guess we better clean up," she stated, verbalizing the obvious as my cum ran out of her ass hole and down her leg. As we finished our shower and got dressed, I couldn't help but think that our out-of-state youth group trip the next week had just gotten a lot more interesting.