Date: Sat, 8 Mar 2014 16:06:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Tony Ambros <areaman04@yahoo.com>
Subject: Youth Pastor and His Students Part 5

Author's Note:

This chapter includes consensual F/f sex between an 18-year-old and her
17-year-old friend. If this type of material offends you or is illegal in
your area, please leave this page.

This story is pure fantasy, and the events and characters depicted therein
are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons or events are
purely coincidental.

5. Dakota – Tuesday Night

I reached into the shower and turned the water on, testing it with my
fingers to make sure the temperature was acceptable. Once I had adjusted it
to my liking, I pulled the lever that would send the water up through the
showerhead and closed the shower curtain so that water wouldn't splash the
whole bathroom while I undressed.

As I stripped, I could hear Megan and Michelle, the sisters with whom I was
sharing this hotel room on our youth group trip, talking about
something. They seemed excited, but over the rush of the water, I couldn't
make out any specifics. I heard the door to the hallway open and shut as I
bent over to remove my panties, which were the last article of clothing
remaining on my body.

I stood and looked in the mirror, evaluating the sight before me. Everyone
said I was beautiful, but like most people, I was (and probably still am)
my own worst critic. My face had been framed by natural blonde hair until
about a year prior, when I had dyed it a deep brunette, which I really
liked. My face is pretty enough, and even I'll admit I have great blue
eyes, though I think my teeth are too big when I smile.

My boobs are nice enough, I guess. They're reasonably perky B-cups, with
puffy areolas and nipples. I stay in shape for lacrosse, so I guess my only
complaint in the body area is that I have what my mom calls, "child-bearing
hips." Really, both my hips and legs both are a little thicker than I'd
like. I know I'm not fat, but my height works against me in the looks
department. If I was taller like the sisters on the other side of the door,
it wouldn't be so bad, but being only 5"3' makes me look a little wider
than I really am.

I must say, my boyfriend does a great job of making me feel beautiful, but
he wasn't on the trip with us.  He's always trying to touch parts of me
that he shouldn't be, and while I of course push him away, it does wonders
for my confidence.

I had barely gotten under the hot spray of the shower when I heard a knock
on the bathroom door, followed by Megan's urgent voice.

"Hey Dax," she called, using the nickname that our lacrosse team had coined
my first year on varsity, "can I use the bathroom? I really gotta go!"

I half wondered why she hadn't gone before I got into the bathroom, since I
hadn't been in there more than a few minutes, but I answered in the
affirmative anyway.

I heard the door open quickly and an urgent, "Thanks," escaped her throat
as she quickly made her way to the toilet. I could see her silhouette
through the shower curtain as she pushed her running shorts and panties
down to the floor and sat down, all in one swift movement.

When she had finished her business and cleaned up, I saw her stand up and
pause instead of reaching for the shorts and panties that were gathered
around her ankles. She seemed to think for a second before I heard her
voice again.

"Hey, since I'm already in here and mostly naked, you mind if I just shower
with you instead of waiting?"

I was taken aback by the request. We'd been friends for almost our whole
lives, and we'd seen each other in the locker room showers many times, but
this was still a little weird. My tendency, however, is to avoid
confrontation, and I didn't want to make the rest of the trip awkward, so I
acquiesced to her request.

"Yeah, I guess..."

There was a question in my voice, but I saw her silhouette act quickly and
decisively as her t-shirt and bra joined my clothes and her bottoms on the
floor. I faced the spray of the shower and stepped further under the stream
so that the water was pounding on my chest as Megan stepped into the shower
behind me.

"Thanks," I heard her say.  "You want me to do your back?"

I handed her the bottle of body wash, trying to be nonchalant despite the
fact that I was still a little weirded out by the situation. She, on the
other hand, seemed totally at peace with it, and she rubbed the liquid
between her hands to lather it a bit before reaching for my shoulders.

When she touched me, she felt the tension in my muscles immediately.

"Ooh girl, you need a little massage."

Without waiting for a response, she began to rub my shoulders, and I slowly
began to relax. She took her time rubbing down my back, simultaneously
washing and massaging my back.

When she reached my lower back, I felt her thumbs gently push against the
top of my butt, still massaging. They didn't linger, and I figured it was
just a slip of soapy hands on equally soapy skin.

I expected her to remove her hands from my back, but they began to raise
again, her fingers caressing my ribcage. She worked her way up my sides as
my arms raised instinctively. I felt her fingers gently touching my breasts
from the sides, and whatever had happened with my butt before, this
definitely was not an accident. I froze, unable to process a reaction and
waiting for Megan's next move.

She slowly slid her hands forward and around until she was cupping my
B-cups in her hands, my nipples slipping between her soapy fingers.

She began to knead at the sensitive skin, focusing on my quickly stiffening
nipples as she played with me. I felt a familiar warmth begin to spread
between my legs.

"What are you doi–"

Megan answered my unfinished question by pressing her lips to my neck. She
covered the wet skin with soft kisses, occasionally sucking a bit of skin
in between her lips. I softly purred under the manipulations of her mouth.

I melted into her arms, submitting to her seduction despite my
reservations. The church upbringing that Megan and I had shared was all but
forgotten at this point, and all I knew was that I'd let her do whatever
she wanted to me.

I felt one hand leave my chest and slide slowly down my stomach. She ran
one finger through the blonde landing strip I kept and down my slit, my
outer lips beginning to open involuntarily for her. She used her fingers to
spread my labia and slowly began to play with my pussy. She stimulated
every inch of me, my wetness mixing with the shower water on her hand. I
was dripping now, and as she worked my cunt over, I could feel her hard
nipples poking into my back as I leaned into her.

She slid a finger inside of me and began to finger me, taking care to keep
my virginity intact. Soon a second finger joined the first and her speed
increased. I could feel her palm against my clit with every stroke of her
fingers, and I began to moan softly under her ministrations. I pushed my
sex to meet her hand with each movement, and I could feel her trimmed pubic
hairs against my butt as I simultaneously humped her hand and ground my ass
against her crotch.

When it became obvious I was close, Megan slowed the movements of her hand
till she was almost still. I knew she was smiling as I groaned at the
torture. She let me calm down, then picked up the pace again, faster than
before.

Three times she did this, bringing me just to the precipice of orgasm, then
letting me back down, teasing me. After three times, I put my hand over
hers between my legs and turned my head to look at her. She must have seen
the desperation in my eyes, because she resumed her fucking of me, but this
time, her thumb went purposefully to my clit and began to rub the sensitive
piece of flesh.

That was all it took to send me crashing over the edge. I moaned, long and
probably loud enough for Michelle to hear, but I didn't care. I had been
masturbating for years, but knowing that it was another hand on my sex
caused an orgasm that was more powerful than any I had experienced
previously. I literally collapsed into Megan's arms, and she supported my
weight as I calmed down and my breathing returned to normal.

Once I was standing under my own power again, I felt her fingers leave the
hot sleeve between my legs, and I turned my head to watch as she took them
into her mouth, enjoying my taste on her lips. She smiled as she removed
the fingers from her mouth and pulled on my chin, leading me into our first
kiss. As our tongues swirled together and I tasted myself on her, I turned
to face her and wrapped my arms around her in a passionate embrace.

As we stood there under the spray of the shower, tongues dancing with each
other, I luxuriated in Megan's soft skin pressed against mine. She broke
our kiss and whispered, "Why don't we clean ourselves off and then take
this to the bed?"

I smiled and nodded, before coming to a realization. "What about Michelle?"
I asked. Her answer floored me.

"She's down the hall getting fucked by John."

I knew from her laughter that my eyes had grown as big as saucers and my
jaw must have hit my chest at what she had said.

"What?" I managed to get out a single word as I struggled to understand the
words that had come out of her mouth. The mental image of John, our youth
pastor, fucking Michelle was pretty hard to wrap my mind around.

She laughed again, then began to explain the events of the last few
days. While the story unfolded, we washed, rinsed, and dried each other
off. As she finished with her account of that very morning's escapades,
Megan took my hand and led me to the bed. She guided me down onto my back
and straddled me.

I saw her lean down to kiss me, and I wrapped my arms around her as her
weight settled on my upper body, our breasts pressed against each
other. She kissed me softer than before, our lips gently moving against one
another in no particular hurry.  I felt her hand slide in between us and
begin to play with my nipple as we softly kissed.

We stayed like that for several minutes before I felt her lips part and her
tongue began to nudge against my lips. I smiled into the kiss, keeping my
lips closed, teasing the taller, older girl who was on top of me. Her
response was to pinch my nipple, which caused me to gasp. She took the
opportunity to slide her tongue into my mouth, and we both giggled at our
little teasing game before settling into a deeper kiss.

She had adjusted herself so that her legs were straddling my right leg,
which meant that we could both feel the other's crotch pressed against our
right thighs. I began to feel moisture coming from between her legs, which
caused the same reaction in me. I began to grind my clit against her leg as
we kissed. She responded in kind, and we began to find a rhythm.

After a few minutes, she stopped grinding and broke our kiss, looking at
me. I saw her deep brown eyes trying to decide her next move before she
spoke. Neither of us moved for what seemed like hours, but couldn't have
been more than a few seconds. When she finally did speak, her words caused
a renewed wetness between my legs.

"I want to taste you." Her words were barely more than a whisper.

Wordlessly, I put my hands on her shoulders and gently pushed downward. She
didn't need much encouraging, and she shifted down my body, taking my
breast in her mouth.

She gently sucked my nipple, using her tongue to flick the sensitive nub as
her lips tried to take my whole breast into her mouth. I used my hands to
hold her head close, enjoying what she was doing to me. She pushed back
against my hands just enough to give her room to switch sides, and repeated
the action on my other tit.

After she had her fill of my tits, she shifted her weight again and settled
between my legs, kissing and licking my inner thighs as my juices began to
flow with anticipation.

Megan paused and looked up at me. I was watching her every move, and we
made eye contact yet again. Without breaking the eye contact, she extended
her tongue and licked me, slowly dragging the tip of her tongue up my slit
from my taint to my clit. Much to my chagrin, she avoided the sensitive
hood as she removed her tongue from my skin.  My outer lips were wide open,
totally ready for her next move.

She licked me again, using the flat of her tongue more this time for more
contact and stimulation. The third time, she stuck her tongue straight out
and inserted it into me, her lips all over mine as her muscle probed as
deeply as possible. She was breathing through her nose, and as she exhaled,
I could feel the air flow over my clit, which caused me to gasp and close
my eyes at the pleasure.

Before she could really dig in to the wet flesh before her, I spoke
up. "Hey, I wanna taste you, too," I fake-whined at her. She looked at me
and flashed a brilliant smile before shifting into a 69 position on top of
me. As she adjusted herself above me, I inhaled deeply, taking in her
scent. She lowered both her snatch onto my mouth and her mouth onto my
snatch, and we both began licking each other with abandon.

I quickly began working on her, wanting to make her cum before I did. All
the teasing and playing she had done to me had gotten her soaking wet, and
I knew it wouldn't take me long. I tongue-fucked her for a few minutes and
she began to grind against my face, riding my lips as she neared her
orgasm. It wasn't long before she lost contact with my own pussy, so busy
was she concentrating on what was happening between her long legs.

I took her clit into my mouth and began sucking on it, which was the last
straw for her. Her whole body froze, and I felt her strong legs tighten
against my head. Her thighs were pressed against my ears, and I could only
hear her own juices splashing into my mouth as she came. I swallowed her
sweet nectar, licking up every drop.

As she recovered from her orgasm, she dove into me with a renewed passion,
her tongue, lips, and teeth doing everything she could to bring me to my
own mountaintop experience. After all she had already done to me, and with
her scent still in my nostrils and her taste on my tongue, it didn't take
long for my second orgasm of the night to wash over me. I moaned and
shuddered under her touch, trying to catch my breath with her mound still
partially covering my own mouth.

She climbed off of me and, standing next to the bed, leaned over and kissed
me long and hard, each of us tasting our own juices on the other's face.

"I have a surprise for you," she said with a coy smile.

I rolled over onto my stomach, still breathing hard. Turning my head on the
pillow, I watched her ass as she leaned down and reached into her duffel on
the floor. I couldn't tell what was happening, but I could see small
leather straps sliding up her long legs.

She looked over her shoulder and smiled a playfully evil smile at me before
turning her body so that I could see the surprise. As she spun, she put her
hands on her hips, allowing the surprise to swing into view unobstructed. I
couldn't believe the sight before me.

Sticking out from the tan body at the end of the bed was a strap-on
dildo. It was flesh-colored and looked to be about 8 inches long. It seemed
to be reasonably thick, but I didn't have any personal experience with an
actual penis, so I didn't have anything to compare it to.

I must have gasped at the sight, because Megan simply gave me the coy smile
again and climbed onto the bed. She grabbed my hips and lifted them so that
my knees were under me, my ass pointing into the air, then knelt behind me
and licked my pussy once.

"Ooh, still wet... looks like someone's ready for the next part of our
little game," she said, a sing-song lilt in her voice.

I wasn't sure if I was ready to have that inside of me, but she was
right. The sight of the fake member had caused a surge of liquids that were
now running down my thighs and onto the sheets. I lifted myself up so that
I was fully on my hands and knees, awaiting her next move.

As Megan knelt behind me, I felt the cold rubber tip press against my pussy
lips, which caused me to flinch. She gently rubbed my ass with her hand and
let me get used to the feeling of the rod touching me.

I looked back at her and nodded, and I felt her slowly began to push into
me. I felt my pussy lips slowly spreading as the dildo began to enter
me. Once the tip was inside of me, her motion stopped. Her hand was still
rubbing my ass, which I found comforting for some reason.

After a minute or so, she gently pushed forward again, pausing when she
encountered my virginity. Two orgasms in the last hour had my pussy walls
as relaxed as they'd ever been, but they were still being stretched further
than ever before, and I groaned at the intrusion.

I turned to look over my shoulder at her and I saw a question in her eyes
for the first time all night.  Despite her confidence in seducing me and
taking control of the evening's activities, she was still letting me make
the decision on whether or not I gave up my virginity on this occasion. I
appreciated my life-long friend for her thoughtfulness. Without a word,
even a nod, I leaned back into her, and the hard plastic broke through.

Tears filled my eyes as I felt the tearing sensation inside me. I bit my
lip and closed my eyes as I slowly impaled myself on the cock. I pushed
through the discomfort until I felt the skin on my ass press against the
skin of her thighs. She was all the way inside of me. We both became still,
one of her hands still on my hip.

I felt her lean forward and kiss my shoulder blade. The tender care she was
using in taking my virginity complimented her playful aggressiveness from
earlier in the night. She lifted her upper body back away from mine, and
with each motion, I felt the strap-on shift inside of me, and the
discomfort gave way to more pleasure.

Once she was back upright, I slid myself away from her, slowly, and paused
when I felt the tip on the verge of leaving me empty. She took the hint and
assumed the lead again, putting both hands on my hips and guiding our
movements as I felt the cock slide back in.  With slow, fluid strokes, my
friend began to fuck me. She continued with long, smooth movements as I
became more and more accustomed to the invasion of my pussy.

I pushed my upper body up and back, and she wrapped her arms around my
waist as I came to an upright position, the dildo nearly slipping out as I
did so. As we adjusted to make sure it stayed inside of me, I felt her
nipples against my shoulder blades once again, and I turned my head to kiss
her. Our hips continued their dance against each other, and I felt her
hands move up to my breasts. She began to play with my nipples once again,
and I moaned into her mouth. She smiled, enjoying my pleasure, and slid one
hand down to my clit. She began to rub me, which caused me to increase the
pace of my grinding on the cock that had invaded me.

As our speed and intensity increased, I fell forward again, staring into
the pillow as Megan fucked me deeper with each thrust. After a few minutes
in this position, I made a mental decision. While I had appreciated her
care in taking me, I was ready for her to really TAKE me.

I pulled all the way off of the stiff toy and quickly flopped onto my
back. My legs were spread, my pussy lips engorged and wet as I wrapped my
heels around Megan's waist and tugged her closer to me. She knew exactly
what I wanted, and she gave it to me, swiftly entering me.

The change in position allowed for greater depth, and I gasped as she
bottomed out inside of me. She began to fuck me with more intensity than
before.

The only sounds were our heavy breathing and the slapping of flesh on flesh
as she slid the plastic penis in and out of my wet twat. I saw a thin layer
of sweat appear on her brow as she continued to take me.

I began to play with my clit, feeling the rubber against my fingers as I
did so. Megan pulled my legs out from behind her and placed my ankles on
her shoulders, all without changing her rhythm. She did slow her strokes,
however, when she leaned forward, bending me in half, to kiss me. Once
again, the dildo reached a depth I didn't think it could, and despite the
slowing of her strokes, the combination of the depth and my own hand on my
clit caused my third orgasm of the night.

Megan didn't change our position, continuing to lean on me as I came on the
rubber dildo. She was no longer pushing in and out, but simply letting me
feel the strap-on's depth.

After my orgasm subsided, I felt the pressure on me release as she climbed
off of both me and the bed. My legs flopped out in front of me again, my
muscles relaxing. She undid the straps of the dildo, allowing it to fall to
the floor. I watched, rapt, as she picked it up and brought it to her
mouth. She sucked the head into her mouth a few inches, then licked every
inch of the shaft, making sure to get all of my juices off of it.

I watched as she moved down to the end of my legs and began to slide the
straps up my legs. When she reached my hips, I lifted my ass up so that she
could get it all the way onto me. We shifted as she tightened the straps
around me. Once it was situated, Megan straddled me once again.

I put my hand on the shaft and guided it into her as she dropped down onto
the dildo, taking the whole thing in one swift motion. I felt her weight on
me as she slowly wiggled around, getting used to its presence inside her.

Once she got settled, she began bouncing up and down on the phallus, her
small tits bouncing in front of me. I reached up and began to play with
them for the first time in the night, pinching her nipples hard as she
fucked herself on the dildo I was wearing.

I began to move my hips along with hers, thrusting upwards with her
downward motions. She wasn't even looking at me anymore, so engrossed in
the dildo's penetration was the beauty on top of me.

She leaned back and put her hands on my shins without slowing her rhythm
one bit, and after a few minutes, she had a small orgasm.

She slowed her rhythm and lifted herself off of the dick in front of
me. Megan looked into my eyes as she reached for the dildo, which was still
standing tall between her legs. Her hand guided the dildo back and I
watched in shock as she lowered her asshole onto it. She had told me how
John had taken her that way in the shower at our church, but seeing it
firsthand was something different.

She took her time now, slowly impaling herself with the stiff rubber. Her
eyes stayed locked onto mine until they rolled back into her head, the
sensation overtaking her.

Once her wetness was touching my mound, I watched as her hips began to rise
and fall, her asshole stretching to accept the fake piece of meat.

Her speed increased, and before I knew it she was riding me with abandon
yet again. She was still barely aware of my presence, but I knew just how
to change that.

My hands had been on her hips since she had cum, and now I took my right
one off of her. I turned my palm upward and slipped my middle and index
fingers into her sloppy pussy. I quickly bent them in a "come here" motion,
which allowed me to find the change in texture that indicated the location
of her G-spot. As I began to rub the sensitive area, Megan's eyes shot open
and she stared at me. She tried to smile, but her mouth was hanging open at
the unexpected sensations.

I continued to fuck her with my fingers as her ass bobbed up and down on
the dildo. She started to moan as her orgasm hit, but it stuck in the back
of her throat, and her whole body stiffened on top of me. I watched in awe
at the sight as Megan, my life-long friend, came for the third time in one
night, this time with two of my fingers buried deep in her soaking cunt.

She fairly flung herself off of me and fell onto her back as she
relaxed. We were both out of breath again, and totally spent.

I loosened the straps around my waist and slipped the contraption down my
legs before dropping it onto the floor between the two hotel beds. I
reached over to turn off the bedside lamp and then cuddled up into Megan's
arms.

"Thanks for seducing me," I giggled as I nuzzled her neck.

"Thanks for letting me," came the soft response as we drifted off into an
exhausted sleep.