Subject:     Church Picnic 
Story Codes: mf f-solo oral
Diary Date:  June 25, 2000 
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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Every year our church held a service in the woods.  Usually it’s a boring 
affair but this year my new boyfriend John made it one to remember!

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 – Preparing for the Picnic  
   Chapter 2 – Arriving At the Picnic  
   Chapter 3 – Servicing John During the Service  
   Chapter 4 – After the Service


Chapter 1 – Preparing for the Picnic
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Is there any event in the world more boring than a church picnic? Our 
church went all out, even to the point of carting out a piano on a 
“stage” (actually a flatbed trailer), and it STILL bored me to tears.  It 
was more than a picnic as the service was held there as well.  There were 
games for the kids and social time for the adults.  If you were a teen, 
well just forget it.  The best you could hope for was that it would rain 
and the thing would end early.

Now don’t get the wrong idea as normally I LOVE going to church.  I am a 
dedicated born-again Christian and not afraid to say so.  Along with my 
parents, I’ve attended church all my life on a regular basis, including 
evening services and Wednesday nights not to mention numerous other 
activities like church camp, family weekends, etc.  It’s just that there 
is something about going out into the dirty woods, sweating and fighting 
off bloodthirsty mosquitoes while trying to worship God that just didn't 
seem right when a perfectly good, clean, and air-conditioned sanctuary is 
available!

On the other hand, there WERE a few things different about this year’s 
picnic than the previous ones, at least for me.  Maybe the biggest change 
was that for the first time I wasn't a virgin! At last year’s church 
“hoopla” I was fourteen, about to start high school, and was still 
debating about whether to fool around or not with my best friend’s 
brother Steve.  As it turned out, about a month later I finally sucked 
his dick and eventually I let him fuck me for the first time.

Unfortunately, Steve’s mom was transferred so they all moved away in the 
winter but after a short period of mourning (OK, maybe I’m being 
melodramatic but it felt that way at the time) I was back dating again.   
I hadn't realized what I was missing when I was a virgin but once Steve 
taught me how great sex was, masturbating just wasn't enough anymore so I 
really had no choice but to start going out again.

Since the end of my freshman year, I’d been dating John almost 
exclusively.  He was my age, at least for the moment, although his 
birthday was such that it put him a year ahead of me in school.  On our 
first date we did it in the backseat of his parent’s car and it certainly 
wasn’t our last time! Mostly we did it either in his car or one of our 
bedrooms, but we were always on the look-out for any opportunity to add 
in a bit of extra excitement.  As John attended the same church as me, he 
would be attending the annual picnic as well.  Hmmmmmm, maybe there was 
something to look forward to after all!

Sunday morning of the picnic my irritating alarm clock buzzed and so I 
reached over to turn it off.  Laying back in bed, I rubbed my eyes with 
both hands and tried to clear my head.  One thing I can never be accused 
of and that’s being a morning person! Given a choice, I would stay up 
well past midnight and then sleep in until noon every day if I could!

Then I felt something familiar between my legs and not for the first time 
I marveled at how my rational head could hate mornings so intensely yet 
my always horny pussy seemed to love them.  All of which led me to be in 
the condition I was in now - my head telling me to go back to sleep while 
my pussy demanded attention! If there was one time of day I had to say 
when I’m consistently hornier than any there time, it would have to be 
when I first wake up.  Maybe it was my body’s way of compensating for my 
head’s reluctance to get up, I don’t know.  All I do know is that at 
moments like this, my pussy could be relentless in its demands.

In my heart I knew it was useless to try to fight it so I threw back the 
covers and looked down at my nude body.  I’d been sleeping without 
anything on now for the past three years.  At first it was just a twelve 
year-old was just trying to act older by mimicking her parents (who never 
wore anything to bed).  Once I got accustomed to it, I found that it was 
comfy not being constricted by anything and so now the only time I wear 
anything to bed anymore is during sleepovers and such when I am with 
people other than my parents.

I kept a nightshirt next to my bed so when I got up I could throw it on 
quickly.   My mother didn't approve of casual nudity around the house and 
insisted I wear SOMETHING, even if it was just a t-shirt that didn't even 
cover my ass.  It’s not like my parents have anything against nudity.  
We’ve always used the hot tub without swimsuits since I was just a little 
girl but then we had towels and robes to wear when we weren’t in it.  As 
a general rule, I was raised not to be embarrassed by nudity, but at the 
same time not to flaunt it either.

As my hand reached between my legs to touch my aching pussy, I heard my 
parent’s alarm clock go off and eventually my groggy dad stumbled across 
the hallway to the bathroom which was directly opposite my bedroom.  He 
closed the door behind him and I quickly put him out of my mind.

As I started to rub my clit, it responded by sending shivers throughout 
my body.   I spread my legs a little further apart, imagining my 
boyfriend was touching me.   I dreamed that he was on top of me now, 
getting ready to penetrate me with his wonderful dick.  My middle finger 
slipped into my wet pussy hole, making me gasp and I moaned.

“Yes John, fuck me!”

I was concentrating hard on my pussy so it startled me to hear a chuckle 
coming from the hallway.  Opening my eyes, I saw my dad standing there in 
the doorway.   He was wearing a terry robe but it wasn't tied together so 
I could see most everything – at least everything that counted when it 
came to determining how he was feeling.  Based on the massive erection 
poking out from the robe, it didn't take a rocket scientist to know that 
my mom was about to get “lucky”!

“Oops, sorry baby,” he said, seeing where my eyes were fixed and then 
realizing what was inadvertently on display.  “Ummmmm, your mom’s waiting 
for me,” he offered as an explanation but it wasn't necessary as I had 
already assumed that.

“So anyway, you were saying?” he teased me after rearranging his robe.

“Oh Daddy!” I protested, “You know very well who I was thinking about!”

It was just like my dad to tease me this way.  Could I help it that my 
dad had the same first name as my boyfriend, the who’d been fucking me 
lately?

“I know baby, I know.  Well, have fun!” he teased me as he disappeared 
out of sight and I heard the bedroom door closing behind him.  Yep, my 
mom was going to get it this morning!

The only time my parents usually shut their bedroom door was when they 
were making love.  I guess it was there way of keeping it as something 
special just between them.  Over the course of the years I’d seen enough 
of them nude and even watched them masturbate (especially my dad) but I’d 
never seen them actually having sex.  Sure my mom would grab his dick in 
the hot tub or something like that just to tease him, but it wasn't like 
she gave him a BJ or anything else overtly sexual.

Masturbation was handled much like nudity in at home.  It was considered 
OK, in fact my mom almost insisted I do it sometimes when I was annoying 
he, but still not something to flaunt.  “Respect” was the operative word.  
For instance, if my dad just happened to walk by my room and saw me 
masturbating, like he did this morning, more often than not he just 
ignored me.  It was the same if I was in the family room while he was 
watching a porn movie or there was some sexy actress on TV (his favorite 
is Amanda Tapping of StarGate – she can get him erect almost instantly!).  
If he felt the need to masturbate I just ignored him.   I mean really, 
what would be the point in making him wait until later to take care of 
himself?

Hopefully by now you’re getting an idea of what life at home was like at 
the time for me.  I HATE it when people say I live in an OPEN home or 
lifestyle.   When people use that term they typically are referring to 
some kinky porn-movie style arrangement where silly people run around 
naked all the time, having sex any which place without any regard for 
someone else’s personal respect and decency.  About the LAST thing I 
would say if asked to characterize my family would be to use the word 
“open”.  My preference is simply to say we respect each other and love on 
another such that things like nudity and masturbation simply aren’t even 
issues to worry about.  My mom makes bigger stink over me throwing my 
dirty clothes under the bed than not wearing them in the first place.  
The only times I remember her fussed with me regarding masturbation was 
when I was little and would start playing with myself in public.  At the 
time I didn't know better, despite her telling me all the time, but 
that’s just a normal part of growing up.

It’s important to me that people know that I was raised in a CHRISTIAN 
home where respect and responsibility were utmost in everything we did.  
That including sex but also a LOT more than just that.  My dad never 
touched me in a sexual way and I never touched him that way either.  
Well, there WAS that one time when I was eight and saw him masturbating 
for the first time.  Back then my mom had me use my hand to jerk him off 
ONCE but only so I would understand how his dick worked.

Also, don’t think I was some naïve girl who couldn't see what was going 
on around her.  Of course I knew that sometimes my dad got hard when he 
was with me in the hot tub or saw me playing with myself.  As my mom 
explained it to me, my dad wasn't just my father, he was a MAN as well.  
When he saw a young girl nude, it was the instinctive male side of him 
that caused the reaction, not the father I knew and loved.  As I learned 
once I started dating boys, men can’t control what their dick does, even 
when they don’t want it to do something, so I never felt bad when my dad 
got erect because of me.  If anything, I took it as a compliment that he 
thought I was cute enough to generate that type of response in his dick 
in the first place!

After I’d finished myself off, I got out of bed finally and went to use 
the bathroom.  After using the toilet I showered and washed my hair.  
With the picnic today I wasn't as worried about my hair as I would have 
been if we were going to “normal” church.  For today, all I intended to 
do was pull it back into a ponytail so I just blew it dry and let it go 
at that.

Back in my room, I was faced with my daily trauma of having to decide 
what to wear.  The problem was, I knew what I WANTED to wear but I also 
knew that there was no way my mother would let me even NEAR a church 
function dressed that way.   That was too bad as I had the perfect pair 
of denim cutoffs that I knew John would have loved to see me in.  They 
were ripped up to the pockets, allowing the bottom of my cute ass (if I 
say so myself) hung out even when I was standing.   I’ll leave it up to 
you to imagine what was exposed when I sat down!

In my crotch, all that remained of the original shorts was the center 
hem.  It had this sometimes annoying tendency to ride up between my pussy 
lips when I was sitting, letting my dark fuzzy pubic hair peek out on 
both sides.  Although some of my friends were already shaving their 
pussies, I’d been waiting all my life for hair like my mom’s to sprout 
between my legs.  The last thing I wanted to look like was some twelve 
year old girl again!

Recognizing the futility of even trying to wear them, instead of my 
slutty shorts, I picked out a pair of hemmed denim shorts which came down 
a couple of inches on my legs.  Although to me they were super 
conservative, they were still pushing the limit by church standards.  I 
didn't think anyone would actually make an issue of them like what 
happened when I tried wearing a skimpy bikini at church camp.

A pink tank top finished off the outfit – no bra for me today.  After 
all, it was a picnic so why wear one? It wasn't like my boobs were all 
that big anyway.   Probably the only reason anyone would notice I wasn't 
wearing one was the way my nipples tended to harden and push out with the 
slight provocation.  Even so, a bra wasn't necessarily assurance that 
they wouldn't poke through a thin tank top.

My pink sneakers finished off the outfit and I reached for an elastic 
band for my ponytail.  With my hair secure, I looked in the mirror and 
smiled.  John was going to like what he saw today! Maybe if I was lucky, 
he would get to see me WITHOUT the clothes as well! I wasn't exactly sure 
how that could happen at a church picnic, but you can't blame me for 
dreaming.

“Um... young lady, aren’t we forgetting something this morning?” I heard 
from behind me.  I spun around and there was my mom.  She was still in 
her robe although unlike my dad, she tended to tie hers together more 
around the house.   I looked at her as if I had no idea in the world what 
she was talking about.

“Don’t give me that little miss innocent look, you know what I’m talking 
about.”

‘But mom! I hate wearing one,” I whined like a little girl.  Well, it may 
be effective with my dad but my mom wasn't buying it for a moment.

“It’s church dear, even if it IS outside today.  We can't have you 
looking like the neighborhood slut, can we? You should show a little 
respect.” 

Actually, I could have cared less if the old fuddy duds at church DID 
think I was a slut or whatever.  It wasn't like I had a reputation for 
being a conservative-dressing virgin anyway.  It was obvious that my mom 
wasn't going to take no for an answer so I huffed and stormed over to my 
dresser.  Pulling open the top drawer, I made a show of having to hunt 
for a bra, as if it was something I wore so rarely I couldn't find one 
(which wasn't all that far from the truth actually).  Finally, like a 
magician pulling a rabbit from a hat, I pulled out a basic white bra and 
held it up for her inspection.

“Well, that’s nice but how about putting in on?” she laughed.  “You can't 
exactly just carry it around.”

A final roll of my eyes and I pulled off my tank top, handing it to her 
to hold.   Mom stood there with her arms folded, dangling my tank top out 
from her finger like a warden watching a prisoner strip.  Wrapping it 
around my waist, I snapped the bra together, then spun it around and 
lifted it up and over my boobs, finally putting my arms through the 
straps and pulling them up to my shoulders.   With the bra in place, I 
reached out for my tank top.  As she handed it back my mom looked at me 
shrewdly.

“Hmmmmmm, let me guess, no panties either?”

“Mom!” I whined even more than before.  “Come on!”

“Well, I guess I can live with it since you at least picked out a decent 
pair of shorts to wear,” she compromised.  “By the way, that tank looks 
great on you!”

My cheeks warmed slightly as I pulled the tank back over my head and 
pulled it down at the bottom.  It was just barely long enough to reach my 
shorts when I yanked down on it but as soon as I started walking around, 
it drifted back up, exposing an inch or two of my tanned belly.  Again, 
this was pushing the limits of the church dress code which banned bare 
midriffs but a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do.

“OK, better now?” I asked, putting my arms out so she could see the bra 
through my top.  

Actually, in a way it looked almost sexier seeing my bra clearly outlined 
under my thin tank top than just my nipples poking through.  Speaking of 
nipples, as I had expected they were still popping through, although less 
than before.

“OK, you pass inspection young lady,” my mom said, doing her best army 
sergeant imitation.  

We both laughed and hugged.  I loved my mother, even when she acted too 
“motherly”.  In her heart she was doing what she thought best for me and 
I knew compared to most moms I knew, I was pretty lucky to have her.

With that we both headed downstairs to where my dad was loading up the 
card table and chairs so we would have a place to sit for lunch after the 
service.   The park had a picnic tables but not nearly enough for 
everyone so people were encouraged to bring their own seating 
arrangements.

“Wow, congratulation honey,” my dad said to my mom, “I see you convinced 
someone to wear some underwear today.” Although he said it to her, I knew 
it was more a tease directed at me than anything else.

“Well, not everything,” my mom replied, looking at me sternly as she 
pretended to be severely disappointed in me.

My dad wrinkled his brow and then walked over and grabbed my bottom with 
one hand.

“Ah yes, the case of the missing panties once again.  So what’s the 
excuse this time? Let me guess... Left them in your boyfriend’s car?”

“Oh daddy, stop it!” I protested, swatting his hand off my ass like it 
was a bug.  He was always grabbing my butt, probably because he knew how 
much it annoyed me.


Chapter 2 – Arriving At the Picnic
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Once we were packed it only took about ten minutes to get to the park 
where it appeared that we were one of the first families to arrive.  The 
men from church had already set up the trailer and chairs.  A large 
skirting had been placed around the trailer to hide the wheels and frame 
and just add some ambiance to the entire affair.  Bleachers were set up 
on the stage for the choir and microphones and speakers were already in 
place with some geek walking around saying “test” into them over and over 
again.  Judging from the number of chairs, they must have been expected 
quite a turnout today although at the moment there couldn’t have been 
more than twenty or thirty people hanging around.

“Hey Kelly!”

A familiar voice called out for me and my heart skipped a beat as I 
recognized my boyfriend John.  I spun around and ran up to him, putting, 
my arms around his neck and hugging him like we hadn’t seen each other in 
months.  I wanted to kiss him (ALL over) but my mom wasn’t far away and I 
saw the look she was giving me – “Behave!”.

“Wow, you’re looking good this morning!” John declared, giving me the 
once over.   

Because he was a guy, he couldn't help himself when his gaze paused a 
little longer than would normally have been appropriate on my ass and 
boobs.   It was fine with me actually.  One of the things I loved as I 
grew older was the way men looked at me.  It was funny how they would 
pretend not to, but I knew they were and sometimes I encouraged them, if 
you know what I mean.  I still can remember the thrill I felt the first 
time I caught one of the dads at church staring at my ass!

“You’re not looking so bad yourself,” I said in reply.  

Indeed, he didn't.  John was wearing denim shorts as well but his came 
down just below his knees.  He had on a short sleeve shirt with some 
outlandish tropical pattern on it that looked a little out of place at 
church but then who was going to care, it was a picnic.

“I know, I know, my mom picked out the shirt,” he said sheepishly.  I 
guess I must have been a little more obvious than I thought when I first 
noticed it.

I looked around and it seemed nobody was watching us so I leaned up on my 
tip toes and tried to whisper in his ear. John bent down to make it 
easier for me.

“I want you to fuck me!”

John straightened back up again and it seemed it was all he could do to 
keep from bursting out laughing.

“Hey, what’s so funny?” I demanded, crossing my arms in front of me.

“Oh no, don’t take it wrong Kelly.  It’s just that... well it’s just so 
YOU, you know.  Good ol’ one-track mind Kelly, always thinking about 
sex.”

“Well, I thought that’s what you liked about me,” I retorted, pretended 
to pout as I rubbed my toe into the ground.

“Oh for sure!” he said, grabbing my upper arm.  “It’s just sometimes you 
still surprise me.  I’ve never met a girl quite like you before”

I looked around again and reached up for him again.

“Well, maybe I can surprise you even more later,” I teased him.

“Kelly!! Get over here and help out a little!” my mom yelled for me.

“Well, gotta go,” I said softly, “Don’t forget what I told you I wanted.”

“Yeah, like any guy could forget THAT!” he laughed.

I headed over to where the food was being set out for the pot luck dinner 
after the service.  Why do women get stuck with this crap? The guys were 
just hanging around shooting the breeze while the women were doing all 
the work!


Chapter 3 – Servicing John During the Service
=============================================

Despite the sexist distribution of work, eventually everything was ready.  
By then the number of cars in the parking lot had grown considerably and 
there was quite a crowd beginning to form.  Someone got up on the stage, 
grabbed the microphone and asked for everyone to take their seats. 

“Mom, can I sit with John?” I asked.

My mom frowned as she looked me in the eye, searching for the ulterior 
motive she was sure was there.  Either she didn't see it or she ignored 
it.  Either way, she sighed and conceded the inevitable.

“Well, you promise to be good?” she asked.  It was more of a demand than 
a question.

“Mom!” I whined for the umpteenth time today already.

“Don’t ‘mom’ me young lady, you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“I won’t get in any trouble, don’t worry,” I promised.  Well, it wasn't 
the same as promising to behave myself.  I was just promising not to get 
caught!

“That’s not what I said Kelly and you know it,” my mom reprimanded me.   
Obviously I wasn't being as clever as I thought I was being.  Before she 
could continue, I gave her a kiss on the cheek and waved her goodbye.  
The last I saw of her she was watching me run off, shaking her head at 
me.  Well, I doubted I was any different than she was at my age!

John was waiting for me outside the tent area and we started following 
the crowd towards the hillside where the service was being held.  As we 
approached, he suddenly veered off and made a bee-line for the back of 
the trailer.

“Hey, where are you going?” I asked.

“Just hurry up and follow me before someone see us!” he hissed back at 
me, pulling on my arm.

I looked around and nobody seemed to be paying any attention to us as 
they tried to find their seats and chatted with one another.  We quickly 
got behind the trailer and he ducked underneath.  I hesitated for a 
moment but he waved me under.

“Come on Kelly, hurry up!”

One last look and I bent over to join him.  The bed of trailer was 
actually pretty high and there was more room under there than I had 
expected.  There were empty boxes and blankets piled up, evidently used 
to pack up the speakers and sound system plus whatever else was being 
used for the service.

“Over here Kelly,” John whispered to me, leading me to a spot behind the 
boxes.   I was surprised when I got behind them to find several blankets 
laid out already, almost like a private picnic.  It was dim but there was 
still plenty of light to see by.  With the boxes piled the way they were, 
anybody walking by would have no idea we were there.

“Well, what do you think?” John asked, obviously quite proud of himself.  
“I checked this out while you were helping your mom.  Should be the 
perfect place.”

It was all happening so fast.  Sometimes I can be a little dense and this 
must have been one of them as I looked at him with a quizzical eye.

“Perfect place for WHAT?” I asked, not really thinking about it before I 
said it.

John looked over the boxes as if to make sure nobody was around and 
replied, “To fuck you, of course.  Isn’t that what you said you wanted me 
to do to you earlier?”

“Here? Are you NUTS? There’s people on the other side of that curtain for 
god’s sake,” I exclaimed, barely catching myself in time to keep from 
being overheard by the crowd on the other side of the curtain.   I heard 
numerous footsteps over us as the choir must have been taking the stage.  
“And up THERE too!” I added, pointing above us.

“They’ll never know,” he responded with a big grin. “Hey, aren’t you the 
one who’s always saying she wants to be naughty?”

“Well,” I said and then paused, starting to give in a little.

“Well, what could be naughtier than me fucking you right under the church 
service with the congregation ten feet away?”

John held out his hands as if he was a lawyer who had just made his case 
in front of the jury and indeed he had.  My pussy was starting to get wet 
as I imagined who might be sitting in the front row of chairs.  John was 
actually being a little conservative.  The front row couldn't have been 
more than a few feet away at most! Without the piano music and general 
crowd noise, they probably would’ve heard us already. 

Even so, there was still protocol to be observed.  If I was going to 
maintain my role as the tease in the future, I didn't want him to see me 
be TOO eager so I just smiled discreetly and got down on my knees along 
with him.

“There, now THAT’S the Kelly I know,” John whispered to me.  Just then it 
went quiet and the service must have been about to start.  One of the 
elders was speaking, welcoming everyone to the service.

There was no sense in waiting any longer so I undid my shorts and quickly 
pulled them off in front of John, leaving me bottomless next to him.  I 
left my tank top and shoes on, figuring if we were ever in danger of 
being discovered I didn't want to get completely. 

John saw me half nude and grinned like a kitten with a new toy as he took 
his own shorts off, followed by his underwear leaving his cock dangling 
out for my pleasure.  John sat back on his butt and spread his legs 
apart, leaning back on his hands.  His dick was started to harden 
already, rising from the his thick bush of pubic hair. Licking my lips in 
anticipation, I crawled between his legs and got down on my elbows so my 
face was right in front of his cock.

“C’mon, what are you waiting for?” John whispered impatiently.

Yep, he wanted his dick sucked badly.  Knowing how much he wanted it, I 
couldn't help but be a little naughty by taking advantage of the 
situation to tease the poor boy a bit.  It always makes me feel hot and 
sexy when a guy wants me.  At just fifteen, I was still feeling awkward 
in some ways regarding my body as I knew I didn't have a figure like 
those of the older girls John that was use to dating.

That’s one of the things I loved about blowing a guy – it didn't matter 
what size your boobs were or what your body dimensions were, sucking cock 
was all about technique and with all the practice I’d had over the past 
year or so I felt that I was far ahead of the curve in at least THAT 
category.

I could still remember the first BJ I gave John.  Being I was only 
fifteen, he was probably expecting it be rather amateurish and maybe even 
to where he would have to tell me what to do.  Well, I put THAT concern 
to rest as soon as I had him in my mouth.  The reaction I soon got from 
him made it one of those moments when I’ve really felt proud of myself!

There was a limit to how long I could go on teasing him as he wasn't the 
only one that wanted my mouth on his cock! The smell of his crotch filled 
my nostrils as I took in a deep breath of his musky manhood.  My hands 
were under his butt and I wanted to just pull him up to my mouth like a 
watermelon and eat him all up.  When I couldn't take it anymore, I bent 
down just enough to lick the tip of his hard dick with my tongue.  As 
hard as the shaft may get, I marveled at the silky smoothness of his cock 
head against my cheeks.

A few twirls of my tongue around the head and I took the tip between my 
lips as if I was kissing him.  Then slowly, EVER so slowly, I took him 
into my mouth in one long, smooth motion.  Inch by inch he disappeared 
into my mouth.  He was still growing and I could feel the shaft hardening 
and growing in my mouth as I sucked him.  Then I looked upwards and saw 
him looking down at me, watching me take his growing dick into my mouth 
like a wet pussy.

“Oh that feels so good,” he moaned, so softly I could barely hear him.  I 
prayed that he would stay quiet and not forget himself and say something 
out loud that could be heard on the stage or in the congregation.

His dick felt SO good in my mouth.  Somehow the knowledge that literally 
hundreds of people were just on the other side of a barrier not much 
different than a bed sheet who had no clue what was going on under the 
trailer made it all the better.  Having an “audience” versus blowing him 
in a car was like listening to a stereo station after a mono station.  It 
made me wonder if they actually SAW me what that would be like – surround 
sound maybe?

If we had the time, I could have just laid there on my stomach and sucked 
on his wonderful cock for hours, like a baby with a pacifier in her mouth 
except this one was fully loaded and primed! As it was, we had maybe an 
hour at most, even less now that the service had started, so there wasn’t 
a lot of time for such luxuries.  John’s cock was the perfect size for me 
at this age.  He was big enough for me to grip him with my hand while I 
blew him, but not so big that I choked getting him all the way into my 
mouth.

John leaned over me and I felt his hands on my bare ass as he grabbed 
hold and squeezed them like my mom checking for ripe tomatoes in the 
store.  I wiggled my tight butt to show him how much I enjoyed him 
playing with it since it was hard to speak with a mouth full of dick (try 
it sometime before you laugh).

His cock was completely in my mouth with my face buried deep into his 
pubic hair when I felt him suddenly swell and I quickly pulled my head 
up.  Just in time as it turned out! No sooner did I have just the head in 
my mouth than John released his first load of cum into my mouth.

“That’s it, take it... take it all in your mouth,” he whispered, 
dangerously loud so far as I was concerned but evidently nobody heard a 
word.

Such a horny boy! Usually the first couple of shots are big and then 
after that the guy tends to dwindle down but not today with John.  It 
must have been four or five HUGE ejaculations in a row that spurted into 
my mouth, threatening to overflow and run down my chin.  I wanted to keep 
it in my mouth so I could show it off to him before swallowing it but 
unless I got rid of SOME of it I was going to gag so I let a little go 
down as I swallowed carefully.  Finally he was finished and he held his 
spent dick in his hand right on front of my face as if to entice me to 
suck it again.

Looking up at John, I opened my mouth so he could see the remaining cum 
in my mouth and on my tongue.  Then I smiled and closed my mouth, taking 
an exaggerated swallow to get it all down.  Actually it took several 
until lit felt like it was mostly all down.  Without a glass of water or 
juice, it’s hard to get all of it off your gums and teeth.

With a smile I worked my way forward until I could straddle his waist and 
my pussy hovered over his still hard dick.  No Viagra needed for this 
boy, that was for sure! John started to say something but I shushed him 
and put my finger to his mouth, trying to get the message across for him 
to just shut up and let me take care of things.  The feel of his bare 
skin against the inside of my legs as I straddled him was erotic.  As I 
lowered myself slightly I could feel his stiff cock poke me in the ass.

Lifting up just enough to clear his cock, I moved back just enough so 
that the next time I lowered myself down his cock slid up the slit in my 
pussy and rubbed up against my clit.  I went up and down a few times, 
slowly rubbing his dick against me, feeling his shaft slide along my 
clit, sending the most incredible sensations through me.  My legs started 
to feel like they do when I sit in a wrong position and they go to 
“sleep” and then tingle when they wake back up again.  I shivered like it 
was freezing out instead of a warm June day working its way to be a hot 
one.

John had his hands on my upper thighs, running his fingers up and down 
the tops of them as I kneeled over him.  Leaning forward, I kissed him as 
my boobs lightly touched his chest under me, teasing my nipples and 
making my boobs feel great.  Our tongues met and I good feel his cock 
twitching under me, anxious to be inside of me.  Well, I wanted it in me 
too so why wait any longer?

Reaching down I grabbed his dick and centered the head under my pussy 
hole.  I wiggled my hips to work his head into my pussy, feeling it 
stretching my pussy hole part as the poor thing valiantly tried to resist 
the monstrous invader.  It was a losing battle, one I was glad to forfeit 
though.  Pressing down harder on his quivering dick, I felt it almost pop 
into me as his head passed into me and his thinner shaft was free to 
follow.

“Oh John,” I whispered in his ear, racking back and forth on him to drive 
him in deeper.  

I sat up which had the effect of suddenly pushing him even further and it 
took every bit of my willpower to hold back the loud moan that was trying 
to escape from my mouth.

“I love your hard dick in me,” I mouthed almost more than whispered to 
him.  

He grinned and turned his attention to his crotch where he could see his 
cock as it disappeared up inside of me.  Sometime I like to bounce on his 
dick but this time I just wiggled on him, like I was trying to scoot 
across the floor or something on my butt.  I could feel his cock moving 
around in me, my clit rubbing up against his crotch just enough to 
stimulate it further.

Usually when John fucked me the methods and locations might vary but the 
sequence was fairly predictable.  Typically I would suck him and he would 
cum pretty quickly having all that horniness pent up inside of him.  Then 
he would fuck me and I would cum and eventually he would cum again, 
sometimes making me cum again with him.  As it turned out, today looked 
to be pretty much like it was following the script.  So far I’d blown him 
until he came and now I was fucking him and it appeared my orgasm was 
about to take off any minute now. 

Wonderful pulses of what I can only call pleasure kept going off inside 
of me like a fireworks and then spreading out to all the ends of my body.  
These were getting more and more intense and faster as well.  A sexual 
tension was building within me like a rubber band being stretched to the 
breaking point.  There was a balloon blowing up inside of me and it was 
almost to the bursting point.   Suddenly the dam burst and I was flooded 
with the most incredible sensations.   It was like I was transported to 
another world as everything around me faded away and there was nothing 
but my pussy and John’s wonderful cock buried inside.

How many more ways can I try to describe what is fundamentally 
indescribable?  Most women know what I’m trying to say but how can a man 
ever possibly understand how I feel when I reach an orgasm? How would you 
describe color to someone who has been blind from birth? Men tell me when 
they cum they feel an intense sensation in their dick and maybe in the 
crotch area along with a general sense of euphoria.  In contrast, my 
orgasm may originate in my pussy but once it gets going, it’s like my 
entire body has been doused with gasoline and lit on fire, only instead 
of pain it’s more enjoyable than anything else I have ever experienced.

Maybe because I’m always saying how much I love sex, people have asked me 
if I’m a nymphomaniac.  Personally, I don’t think so although I guess 
it‘s debatable.   The one thing I WILL admit to is being “addicted” to my 
orgasms.  There is something set loose in me in the process that makes me 
feel better for literally HOURS afterwards.  Perhaps a drug addict might 
be able to relate to what I’m saying.  Although I’ve never taken drugs, I 
can imagine it must be a similar experience.  All I know for certain is 
that if I go too long without one, it affects me physically and 
emotionally to the point I get terribly irritable and depressed.

At first I just sat still, my body mounted on John’s dick like a 
butterfly in a collection.  The waves of bliss kept washing over me, 
threatening to almost drown me even.  After the initial surge, I started 
to rock slowly on his cock, using his dick to stimulate my pussy while my 
finger slowly circled my exploding clit.  My hips moved in tight circles, 
letting John’s dick circle in me, touching every part of me.  His crotch 
must have been getting soaked with my cum as it felt almost like I was 
peeing on him at one point when my cum seemed to pour out of me.

“I’m cumming again,” John whispered, bringing my attention back to him.  
I’m sure he whispered it softly enough that nobody could have heard him 
but in my heightened state it was like he shouted it at me.  I started 
humping his dick, driving him deep into me as I encouraged it to give me 
the only thing missing right now – his sperm in me.

“Ahhhhh,” I moaned softly as I felt him start to cum in me.  

It felt wonderful but the best part for me was just knowing he was doing 
it.  It was the culmination of everything we were meant to be, the act of 
procreation, the male mating the female.  Of course I’m not saying I want 
to get pregnant – God no!  It was the ACT that gave me gratification, not 
the results.  Something about it was so primal, so uncivilized.  Just 
think about what it means for a man to release his sperm in me, to leave 
it behind and for me to keep it in me.  Can there be any wonder it makes 
me cum even harder when he does it?

When John had finished I leaned back over him again, eventually laying on 
top his chest with his dick still in me, although it was slowly 
withdrawing from me as he shrank.  Now and then it would twitch or jerk, 
sending a jolt from my pussy to remind me of his cock in me.

“God I love it when you fuck me,” I whispered in his ear.

John was too exhausted to respond but it didn't matter.  His cock was 
still in me, surrounded by a mixture of his sperm and my cum.  THAT was 
all I really cared about at the moment.  I felt good although I really 
couldn't say I was satisfied.  For that matter, I can’t say I’ve ever 
been totally satisfied after sex.  To state that would mean I was ready 
to stop, that I’d had enough of his cock to make me ready to quit.  Well, 
how could I EVER be that way? Even now, as good as the afterglow of our 
sex felt, I would have gladly accepted another cock!

Meanwhile, the service had been progressing relentlessly and it sounded 
like the sermon was about to wrap up.  From what I’d seen in the bulletin 
earlier, there would be a couple of songs and then an invitation before 
it was over so we still had at least ten or fifteen minutes.  Why waste 
them?

John’s dick was now about out of me, having dwindled significantly after 
his last ejaculation in me.  I lifted myself off of him and moved back 
down between his legs again.  John’s cock looked so delicious! Even in 
the faint light I could see the wetness from it being covered with our 
cum.  I bent down and took his dick in my mouth, marveling at how soft it 
felt but yet how good it tasted.   Really, what tastes better than your 
own pussy on a guy’s dick?

John jerked involuntarily as I sucked on his now small but sensitive 
dick.   Sucking him when he was soft like this was totally different than 
when he was hard.  Rather than having to deal with him poking against the 
back of my throat, this was more just tasting and smelling him, feeling 
his dick squirm and twist in my mouth like some large worm as I moved it 
around with my tongue.

Soon I heard the pastor giving the invitation for anyone to come forward 
and I knew we had better get going if we wanted to be ready when the time 
was right.   Reluctantly, I let John’s dick flop from my mouth and looked 
around for my shorts.  John found his underwear and shorts and got 
dressed as well.  I watched him as he pulled up his shorts and underwear 
and felt a momentary sense of sadness as his lovely dick disappeared from 
view.  Oh well, I was sure I would be seeing it again before too long.

Before I slipped my shorts on, I used the blanket to wipe off my pussy so 
it wouldn't look like I had peed in them or something.  I squeezed down 
and tried to push out as much of his cum as I could.  It would drain out 
sooner or later so as much as I got off walking around knowing it was in 
me, I didn't want to raise any questions either.  Even if nobody else 
did, I knew my mom would notice and it wouldn't make her happy for me to 
be so slutty at a church picnic.

John took my hand and led me out from under the trailer.  We joined in 
with the crowd as the people dispersed.  Nobody saw us emerge and it was 
as if we’d been in the service the whole time.  I smiled at the irony.  
Actually, I had been AT the service but it was John that had been IN me.


Chapter 4 – After the Service
=============================

“Kelly, where have you been?” my mom asked as I approached her and my 
dad.

I couldn't help but look at John and I tried not to smile but all that 
did was turn it into more of a smirk.  Maybe it was the flushness of my 
face or John’s guilty look, or maybe it was just a mother’s intuition, 
but regardless of how she seemed to immediately size up the situation.

“Good grief girl, you PROMISED me you would behave,” she sighed.

“No, I promised I would be GOOD,” I reminded her.  Then I grinned at John 
and added, “And I was, wasn't I John?”

John’s face reddened like after a first day at the beach sunburn.  He had 
no idea that I’d told my mom everything about our previous dates, and 
that I would eventually clue her on one what happened today later when we 
got home.  I doubted any of his other girlfriends had alluded to him 
having sex with them right in front of their parents! For some reason it 
made me feel naughty, but in a good way.

John looked at my dad, probably figuring he was in for it now but my dad 
just shook his head with a resigned look on his face, as if he didn't 
know what to say so saying nothing was probably best.

John had to leave to meet up with his family so I walked back to the 
picnic area with my parents.  When John was out of sight my mom leaned 
over and spoke to me softly.

“OK, you can tell me all about it later but I just HAVE to know - where 
did you do it?”

“Where else? Under the stage.” I replied simply.

My mom looked horrified and for a moment I thought she was going to say 
something but then she seemed to think better of it and instead just 
rolled her eyes at me.  My dad must have had overheard because he joined 
in as well.

“Oh Mary, don’t get on her case.  Remember where we did it during church 
once?”

“John!” my mom responded instantly.  Then she hit him in the shoulder 
playfully with her fist.  “Don’t go giving her any ideas; she already has 
plenty of her own!”

By then we had reached the food tent.  The rest of the afternoon went 
rather uneventfully. I couldn't wait to get home.  First, I was anxious 
to tell my mom all about what John and I had done.  Most of all, I wanted 
to hear more about what she and my dad had done at church.  My dad was 
right in that I had lots of ideas myself; but it never hurt to get a few 
suggestions! The question was, would I tell John where I got the ideas 
from?

THE END