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When I was a junior in
High School, I finally got a date with a girl that I had
been after for quite awhile, M. M was a Senior, a little
shorter than my 5'9", and had perhaps the largest breast
of any girl I'd dated before her, or have since. They
were marvelous -- very perky
breasts that, in profile, reminded me of ski jumps...
On our second date, we went to an Italian restaurant
hidden in a nearby small town, definitely not the kind
of place you'd look for good food in Indiana. But, it
came recommended from a friend of ours, so we stopped
there and asked for a table. Being that it was a Friday
night, we had to wait around 30 minutes for one of the
ten or eleven tables to open up - we hadn't thought of
reservations.
So, we walked through the retail district, window
shopping at some crafts stores, etc., At least, she was
window shopping. I, on the other hand, was walking on
the side of her closest to the street, and whenever we
stopped in front of a store, the light from inside
passed through her white silk blouse, silhouetting her
beautiful breasts. I could see the outline of her
nipples and the surrounding area of raised areola. To
say the least, I was excited. Luckily, my loose pants
concealed my stiffening member.
Eventually, we had to return to the restaurant, much to
my disappointment. We sat at the only table near the
front window, where we could watch the passersby on the
street and the people in the restaurant. (We had, on our
first date, already spent a considerable amount of time
people watching -- trying to decide how strangers were
feeling based on their actions. It was a lot of fun for
us.)
The antipasto arrived, and we ordered some small main
courses. The evening was certainly off to a pleasant
start. Then, in the middle of our conversation, I felt a
very pleasant, distinct touch on my leg. Looking down, I
saw her bare foot sliding up and down my right calf.
Just this touch was so sensual as to cause me to become
extremely aroused.
I look across the table into her eyes, and tried to say
"Wow thanks" without using words. She must have heard
me, because her foot left my leg to concentrate on the
bulge between my thighs. Then, she said, "I hope you
weren't planning on ordering any dessert.....here."
I nearly lost it right then -- how much could a I take?
But, somehow, I managed to utter something clever that
pleased her, and our plans were sealed. The rest of the
meal passed in a blur. The next thing I knew we were
walking through this town with our arms around each
other, and I didn't know where we might be going. Now,
she lived only about 5 minutes from here. In fact, the
church that she had gone to with her parents was only 2
blocks from the restaurant that we ate in.
Eventually, we did come to the church, and she led me up
the walkway to it, much to my surprise. "What are we
doing here?" I asked. "Getting ready for dessert," was
her reply. By this time she was opening the door, which
I later learned she knew was always left unlocked. We
walked into the sanctuary, and I turned her into me,
holding her in my arms. We kissed, and her mouth seemed
to be on fire, it was so arousingly hot. My hands found
her breasts through her blouse, and she responded by
grinding her pelvis firmly against
my groin. Encouraged, I undid one button after the other
of her blouse.
When my hand returned to her breast, I found the
softest, smoothest skin imaginable. Her breast was full
and heavy, and her nipple was stiff and attentive. I
thumbed at her nipple and rubbed her areola slowly,
causing her to cry out. Since our kiss was finally
broken anyway, I lowered my mouth to her neck, kissing
at first near her ear, then down to her collarbone.
Sensing what was coming, she fastened her hands to the
back of my head and urged me downward.
Not being one to resist, I began kissing first the upper
slopes of her big breasts, and then sucking on her right
nipple while massaging her left. She arched forward,
forcing as much of her breast as possible into my mouth,
which I sucked on vigorously. She responded by removing
her hands from my head and instead undoing her slacks.
Now, this wasn't the
first time I'd done this sort of thing, but it sure
seemed like it. I'd never been so excited in my entire
life.
When her slacks fell away, revealing the tops of her
white stockings and her pink underpants, I nearly had an
orgasm in my pants. My erection seemed to vibrate with a
sort of electric charge. Noticing my tension, her hands
moved to my pants, stroking the outline of my bulge.
"Please," I whispered. Needing no further invitation,
she opened the snap on my pants, and her lovely hands
entered the sanctuary of my manhood. Sliding away
my underwear, she gripped my shaft tenderly yet firmly,
stroking me. I nearly cried out, the feeling was so
great.
She then did something that astounded me. She lowered
herself to her knees. Thinking that we were laying down,
I began to follow suit, but she stopped me. Slowly, she
took my penis into her hot mouth, pumping the base of my
shaft with her hand while her tongue
played over the head and shaft.
She applied a powerful suction, and I was afraid that I
wouldn't be able to keep standing up no matter how much
I tried. She finally released me just as I was nearing a
real build-up, and motioned for me to join her on the
church's rug. Happily, I complied.
Sitting next to her, I kissed her passionately, tasting
a trace of my perspiration in her mouth. My hands
wandered over her chest and groin, finding the wet spot
on her panties that encouraged me to further action.
Putting an arm around her shoulders, I lowered her to
the carpet. Our eyes locked, and she seemed to be urging
me to take her immediately.
However, I had a payback in mind for her wonderful head
job. I removed her panties, sliding them down her smooth
legs, and I was completely taken aback by the beauty of
her
pubic mound. Her sparse dark hair covered her lips
enough for them to remain mysterious, yet revealed them
sufficiently that they could tease me by being covered
with a thin sheen of her love juices. It was a matter of
enormous self-control for me not to mount her
immediately. Pushing on her upper thighs while massaging
them, I spread her legs, revealing more of her swollen
lips.
I could barely spot the tiny bulge of her clit, peeking
from behind her lips. I began kissing her thighs,
working my way up, when she asked "What are you going to
do?" "Eat my dessert," was my reply. She gasped and
said, "You want to?" I answered by planting a soft kiss
at the apex of her thighs. Immediately, she began
squirming, as my lips found hers, and my tongue massaged
her clitoris. She was bucking and moaning, and to keep
her still, I scooped up her butt in my hands, and held
her to my mouth. I was lapping at her vulva, and, when
she seemed as if she was 100% excited, I inserted my
tongue into her vagina.
The dam broke, her fluids soaked my mouth and even got
in my nose, but I didn't mind. The sound of her whining
from deep inside her chest was enough to keep me down
there forever. Eventually, she relaxed, and so did I. I
sat up, looking at her on the floor, her breasts heaving
as she tried to catch her breath. She smiled at me in an
expression of pure happiness, and said "Oh, thanks!" I
just chuckled and shrugged.
She looked at me more seriously, and one of the hands
that I had become acquainted with earlier found my
member again. Pulling, she led it to her opening. I lay
on top of her, kissing her ears while her thighs opened
beneath me. She hunched up, and with her hand
guided me into her love canal. She was so soft and wet
that I felt as if I had slipped into the most sensual
orifice in the universe. I could feel her on every side
of me as we slowly moved in and out.
Her breathing became ragged again, and she left more
than one mark on my chest from her love bites. She began
to speed up, and I stopped restraining myself too.
Together, our bodies worked faster and faster, me
probing the depths of her womanhood, and her massaging
my tool toward an explosion. At last, she began to
orgasm, her muscles clenched around my penis, massaging
it further. She writhe underneath me, clenching at my
back, her feet in the air. She was groaning. This was
too much, I immediately began squirting a huge load into
her I was bucking and humping, and coming like never
before.
At last, it was done, and I slid out of her. We lay
there for awhile, and eventually we began to slowly get
dressed.
She told me that when she went to church there two days
later, there was still a slightly dark spot on the
carpet near the entrance. She told me that she had had
to masturbate during church when she saw that. She said
she had rubbed the corner of her bible against
her clitoris, through her dress. Too bad, I didn't get
to go to church with her then, eh?
She and I had more encounters than this one, but this
one truly defined our sexual relationship. We tried many
other oddball locations, but none of them still have the
same effect on my as just seeing that church does. :)
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