Church Tales Ch. 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Carolyn was cracking up.

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

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

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

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

HEREHERE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They both looked at her with pathetically obtuse stares.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Like where?" he persisted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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