Date: Thu, 27 Feb 2014 06:05:44 -0800 (PST) From: Tony Ambros Subject: Youth Pastor and His Students Part 4 4. Michelle – Tuesday Night I nervously stood at the door of John's hotel room. I knew he was waiting for my knock, but I was having trouble working up the courage to actually... you know, knock. The first 16 years of my life had contained exactly zero sexual activity outside of letting my last boyfriend kiss me goodnight a few times. I had never even masturbated, basically because I was unaware of the concept. Then on the previous Friday night, my older sister had knocked on my bedroom door. She was there to tell me the tale of her experience with our youth pastor, but she ended up doing a lot more than that. Before she left the room the next morning, I had my pussy eaten for the first time (which led to my first orgasm), had my first make out session, and eaten my first pussy, in that order. The weekend had been a whirlwind of activity for the two of us. Every chance we found, we were playing with each other. The days were filled with a groping of the butt here, a rubbing of the nipple there, and as many sneaking kisses as possible. On Saturday, she had shown me how to trim my pubic hair, which I had then taken a step further, shaving my whole crotch bald after poking around online and seeing some examples. I was learning to love the feeling of the breeze on my lips as I changed, and the feeling as my clit rubbed against my panties, free of the obstruction the hair had been providing. Every time I was alone, my mind would drift to the image of John's cock in Megan's pussy, deflowering her, her petite body (which I had been envious of for years) writhing on John's office desk. I wanted badly to have John inside of me, but I was afraid to broach the subject with her. I didn't know if she and John were an item now, and I didn't want her to get jealous... I just didn't know. But I did know that I badly wanted to feel a hard cock inside me. Finally, on Sunday night, I broke my silence. We had just checked into the hotel and we were all exhausted. Dakota, our roommate on this trip, had hopped into the shower, and so I took the opportunity to tell Megan of my desire to have John take my virginity as he had hers. Thankfully, she had thought it was a great idea, and promised to talk to John and set it up. On Monday night, I had woken up in the middle of the night and realized that Megan wasn't in our shared hotel bed. Upon checking the bathroom quietly, I realized that she must be with John. I was a little jealous, because she and I hadn't had any opportunities for real play since our first one, all the way back on Friday night, and I was beyond horny. She confirmed her whereabouts to me once she got back to our room in the morning, and told me that she had brought up the subject of me being with him. Apparently, he had been pretty enthusiastic about the idea, and I was to go to his room that same night so that he could give me my first cock. I was a little startled and nervous at having it happen so soon, but she assured me it would be great. So there I stood, wearing one of my old lacrosse t-shirts, a pair of running shorts and nothing else, and trying to work up the nerve to knock on the door. After a few minutes of glancing around to see if anyone would see me, I knew that it was time to either take the plunge or slink back to my room in embarrassment. Dakota, our roommate on this trip, had been in the shower when I left. I might be able to get back before she got out and she'd never know I'd left. But I couldn't do that. I needed this. Steeling my nerves and standing up straight, I quietly knocked on the door. I heard the shuffling of feet, and then the door opened. John was standing there in a simple t-shirt and gym shorts, with a slightly surprised look on his face. "Is Dakota already asleep?" he asked, trying to figure out why I was there so early. "No," I replied as I stepped past him. "Megan said not to worry and that she'd take care of Dakota." This explanation seemed to satisfy him as he gently led me over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. I joined him, keeping a little space between us, still unsure of the whole situation. We talked for a few minutes about our trip so far, just making small talk. When we came to a break in the conversation, he gently put his hand on mine, and changed the subject. "How you feeling?" he asked. "Pretty nervous, honestly," I replied, my voice feeling shaky for some reason. "Yeah, I can tell," was his response. "Here." As the last word escaped his lips, he stood up, pulling my hand with him, and quickly maneuvered me so that we were standing in a traditional slow dance position, with his hands on my waist and my hands around his neck. How he did all that so quickly, I'll never know, but there we stood. "What are we doing?" I asked, trying to figure out why we were in a dancing position when there was no music to be heard in the room. His response gave me a clue as to how gentle John could really be, despite his "sarcastic older brother" youth pastor persona. "I'm just holding you." The soft words soothed my nerves a bit, so I laid my head down on his shoulder. I could feel his heart beating fast and hard in his chest and somehow, knowing that he was nervous and excited just like I was made me feel better. I relaxed, melting into his arms as we stood there, gently swaying to the sound of the air conditioner. As I continued to grow comfortable with his touch, I began to gently scratch the back of his neck with my fingers. I was pretty sure that guys liked that, or at least my date to the junior high Valentine's Day dance had when I had absentmindedly done it to him three years prior. John sighed, his chin softly resting on my head, relaxing as we leaned closer in to one another. I was on the verge of dozing off like this when I felt his head shift, and I felt his lips on the top of my head, his kiss drawing my attention upward. I looked upward at him, noticing for the first time his green eyes as we made eye contact. Keeping his eyes locked on mine and turning his head ever so slightly, he leaned forward and kissed me. The soft touch of his lips on mine, combined with the barely-noticeable scratch of his short beard against my face caused my heart to flutter. The kiss broke, but the eye contact still hadn't. It seemed like time had stopped. John removed his right hand from my hips and cupped my chin in it, gently brushing my breast as his hand travelled up between us. He kissed me again, longer this time, our eyes closing as our lips melted together. His lips parted, and he lightly sucked my lower lip in between his. I felt his tongue on my lips and they parted to allow him access. His tongue probed my mouth, exploring my teeth and wrestling with my own tongue. I couldn't help but notice that his cock had begun to harden at this point, as I could feel it pressing against my own crotch. This realization caused me to feel a dampness invade my pussy, the humidity increasing in the non-existent space between our bodies. His hands slipped down to my butt, pulling us closer together and slowly grinding himself against me. I responded in kind, matching his rhythm as we moved together. John removed his lips from mine and began kissing my neck, slowly teasing my pale skin with his lips and tongue. I felt his hands slide to the bottom of my t-shirt, followed by my hands lifting over my head as my shirt was removed. I felt my nipples harden as the cool air rushed over them. He lay me down on the hotel bed and straddled me. He paused to take off his own t-shirt, then leaned down to resume his work on my neck. I reached for his crotch, trying to get a feel of what hung between his legs, but he stopped me, taking my wrists and lifting them above my head. "Hold on to the headboard until I say otherwise, ok?" he gently instructed. "This is all about you." Not waiting for an answer, he bent over me and began to explore my shoulders and chest. My nipples brushed against his as he leaned forward, causing a shock to shoot through my body as he nibbled on the soft skin of my neck. He spent some time kissing and licking my shoulders and upper chest before purposefully moving towards my right breast. I felt his kisses move closer to my nipple and I pushed my chest forward, longing to feel his touch on the sensitive point. He took his time, however, kissing all over my breast. I was surprised to notice that he was being gentler with me than my own sister had been a few nights previous. Focusing on my right breast, he explored every inch of it. From the top to the bottom, the side and the valley between the two peaks, he kissed and sucked my skin into his mouth, every inch except my nipple and areola, which were almost aching now. Instead of giving me the relief I so desperately wanted, he moved down through the depression between my breasts and repeated his action on the left one. I wanted badly to play with my nipples, but kept my hands on the headboard as he had asked, knowing there must be some method to his madness. After all, Megan had raved about his ability bring her to orgasm without even touching her with his cock. After he had teased my left breast to his liking, he began kissing down over my stomach. I thought about him doing this same to my sister, a pang of jealousy striking within me. Oh how I wished my stomach was as flat as hers. I knew I wasn't fat by any means, but I was just enough bigger than she was to be noticeable, at least to me. My mental excursus was interrupted by the feeling of John's tongue buried in my belly button, tickling me as I bucked beneath him at this new sensation. Megan had been in such a frenzy on Friday night that she had basically passed right over my stomach on the way to my breasts. Not that I was complaining, mind you, as she had worked me over far beyond anything I had expected or experienced prior. I simply made a mental note of the difference in technique between John and Megan. With the amount of time John was spending on my stomach, it felt almost as if he knew where I was self-conscious and was intentionally lingering there to raise my confidence. If that was his goal, it worked, as I never imagined my midsection would be an erogenous zone, and yet here I was getting wetter with every second he spent there. John moved lower again, now kissing my damp mound through the fabric of my running shorts. My legs were spread wide to allow him access, and he took advantage, tasting the liquid that had soaked through the black material. He licked my slit through my shorts, rubbing the fabric against my lips and clit, causing me to jerk in pleasure. Finally, his fingers gripped the waistband of my shorts and he pulled them off of my legs. I lay there, naked in front of him, with my legs spread, and watched as he pulled his own gym shorts off, revealing the hard piece of man meat that was the object of my desire. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, he took my legs in his hand and began to kiss them. I felt goose bumps surge up my legs, causing me to shiver lightly. He smiled at the sight, then brought his attention back to my legs. Beginning at the ankle, John slowly kissed and licked his way up my calves and shins. He seemed determined to touch every inch of skin on my body, which I appreciated greatly, though I still badly wanted to play with my nipples and pussy. When he reached my knees, he kissed them as he had my lower legs, then gently pushed them apart, giving him a pathway to the back of my knees. I wasn't sure what to expect, but he surprised me, blowing a cool stream of air on the back of each knee. I almost came right then, moaning loudly at the unexpected pleasure that flowed through my body. I made a mental note to try that on Megan the next time I got her naked. Once I stilled, he continued to move towards my crotch, steadily being drawn towards my center as if being pulled by a tractor beam. He gave plenty of my attention to my thighs, and then, finally, he reached my dripping hole. I could feel John's breath on my lips as I waited impatiently for him to touch me. He blew another stream of cold air into my folds, and I shuddered, a chill running up and down my spine. Sticking his tongue out at me, I watched as he slowly poked the red muscle into my wet folds, penetrating as far as he could before locking his lips on mine and wiggling his tongue back and forth inside me. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, enjoying the feel of his contact with my most sensitive space. He began to manipulate my pussy with his mouth, using his tongue, lips, and even occasionally teeth to play me like a violin. As this thought entered my mind, I silently corrected myself. "He's a trumpet player, not a violinist," I thought, stifling a giggle. Thankfully, he didn't notice, engrossed as he was in between my legs. I began to realize the point to all of his teasing, because now that he was finally touching me where I wanted, I wasn't going to last long at all before I came. Once he really began eating me out, it only took a minute or two before I felt my orgasm rise up within me. Seeming to be aware of this, he quickly clamped his mouth down on my engorged clitoris, sucking on it and sending me over the edge. I grabbed a pillow, thankful that hotel beds have so many extras, and covered my own face with it so as not to disturb the neighboring rooms with my moans. My nectar flowed freely, and he greedily lapped up all that he could. I removed the pillow and looked down to see his face glistening with my juices. I giggled at the sight before taking his face in my hands and pulling him up for a long kiss, my tongue probing his mouth for a taste of my own juices. I felt his cock rubbing up against my slit, and suddenly all the nerves that I had forgotten earlier came back at the prospect of actually being penetrated. He had given me a wonderful orgasm, but I was having second thoughts as to whether I could go through with the next part of the plan. Once again, John seemed to read my mind. He broke our kiss and lay next to me, softly stroking my tits and stomach with his fingers. I stared up at the ceiling, trying to figure out what to do. "You doin' alright, `Chelle?" he asked. No one else called me `Chelle, but John rarely called anyone by their full, given name. He preferred to shorten them or use abbreviations, or sometimes a nickname of his own giving. At first, I found this habit to be strange, but more and more I was seeing that it was one of the ways that he showed affection. Its use now served to calm me down. Even so, I debated internally about what to do. The way I figured, I had three options. One, I could bail right now, my purity... mostly intact. But that would leave John without any release, and I'd feel bad after the incredible heights he had just taken me to. Two, I could suck John's dick before leaving. That way at least we both had an orgasm. Three, I could let him take me. This whole train of thought flashed through my mind in a matter of seconds. I decided to just shoot straight. I knew he wouldn't judge. "I'm kinda freaked out," I confessed, looking at him. His kind eyes were gazing into my own. His response was just what I needed. "Well, relax. I'm not gonna push you into anything. This is your show." "Thanks," I replied. His kind words caused my heart rate to slow and my nervousness to subside a bit. I knew I needed to do this. I could tell he was waiting on me to make the next move, but I wasn't entirely sure what to do. The only thing I knew to do was lean up and kiss him. My intentions made clear, he leaned in and kissed me back more aggressively, taking the lead. His hand slid down to my crotch and he began to rub his finger up and down my slit, still moist from his mouth's touch. My juices immediately began to flow again. I felt his cock up against my hip and reached down with my hand to gently rub it with my hand. I still hadn't gotten a good look at it, and I was dying to see it up close. I leaned into him more as our kiss continued and he allowed me to press him to his back. I lay there, half on top of him, kissing him, as my hand continued its exploration of the piece of meat between his legs. I shifted so that I was kneeling between his legs and began to examine the stiff rod before me. I didn't know if it was big or not, having nothing to compare it to, but it was big enough that I got butterflies at the thought of having it inside of me. I leaned down and kissed the purple tip of his hard cock. A bit of his pre-cum stuck to my lips as I pulled away, and I ran my tongue over them, tasting the salty liquid for the first time. I decided to surprise him, hoping he would like it. I leaned over his cock, paused just before my lips made contact, and then proceeded to take the whole thing in my mouth, feeling the tickle of his pubic hairs on my nose. I had to breathe after a few seconds, and as I did so, I looked up to see the look of pleasant shock on John's face. I smiled at his reaction and took him in my mouth once again, my head bobbing up and down on his cock, trying to remember what my sister had said about what he liked. His dick throbbed in my mouth, leaking pre-cum onto my tongue. He took my face in my hands and lifted me off the hard rod, leaning up to meet my mouth with his own. "I appreciate that, but wasn't this supposed to be about you?" he asked, half-teasing me as he pulled my face towards his. When I was within reach, he slid his hand down to my pussy to find it dripping. He brought his fingers up between our faces and put them on my lips. I tasted myself on him as I sucked the fingers into my mouth. "Seems like you're ready," he whispered into my ear. I looked at him, seeing the care in his eyes, and nodded. He had a question for me first. "You want to control the tempo, or you want me to?" "Umm... let me," I responded. "Ok, it's all you," came his answer, giving me permission to take what I wanted. He lay back, rested his head on the pillow, and put his hands on my hips, gently guiding my hips until I was positioned over the stiff rod, which was still glistening from my saliva. I rested my hands on his chest and slowly began to lower myself onto him, his hand on his cock, guiding it into me. I felt my lips spread at the initial contact, and all of a sudden, I was feeling things I'd never felt. "Is it almost in?" I asked. He chuckled. "The tip's barely in, `Chelle." I was stunned. It felt like I had taken several inches already. I continued to let his cock into me, feeling my hole expand to accept him. I felt him rub against the thin film blocking my depths, and stopped. He gave me a reassuring smile, both hands now on my hips again. "You're doing great," he encouraged. I held my breath and pushed my ass downward. I felt the ripping sensation inside of me and stopped as pain shot through me. His hands on my hips held me still despite my instinct to pull off of him and run. As I sat there, my tits swinging below me, I felt the pain begin to subside and be replaced by pleasure that swelled from my loins and throughout every nerve ending on my body. He smiled at me again. "And there it is," he celebrated the milestone. He let me continue to lower myself onto him until I felt his balls against my ass, having taking his entire length. I couldn't believe it. It felt like a baseball bat inside of me, filling me like nothing I could have imagined. Once I bottomed out on his cock, he reached up with one hand and palmed one of my breasts, feeling the weight in his hand. He lightly pulled my left tit towards him and sucked the nipple into his mouth. It was the first time all night that my nipple had received any real stimulation, and it felt heavenly. As he sucked and played with my breast, I slowly began to move around on his cock, really feeling it inside of me, my pussy walls holding on tight to the rod. I lifted myself up until I could just barely feel his tip inside of me, then lowered myself onto him again. I repeated the action, quickening my pace each time. He changed the focus to my right nipple, the new stimulation causing me to ride him a little faster. Once we developed a rhythm, he began to respond, meeting every lowering of my pussy onto his dick with an upward thrust of his own. I began to bounce up and down as our speed increased. He continued to work on my tits, which were now bouncing and swinging in his face. Every so often, he would switch to the other nipple, sucking and even occasionally nibbling on the sensitive points. I wasn't expecting to feel his hand on my clit, but the stimulation caused me to increase the intensity of my ride yet again. I looked into the green fields of his eyes, trying to take in the variety of sensations that were overtaking my body. He spoke for the first time in several minutes. "I'm not sure I'm going to last very long... all that teasing I did to you has me on a hair trigger." I knew two things at this point. One, I knew that I wanted to feel his liquid eruption inside me. It was the last thing on the list of things I wanted to experience before the night ended. Second, I knew that Megan had told him that I had been on the pill since I hit puberty to regulate my cycle, so there shouldn't be any hesitation on his part. "Good," I responded to his warning, increasing my speed one final time. Sweat began to run down my spine, the exertion of our coupling taking its toll. I tried to squeeze my pussy muscles around his cock, doing every thing I could imagine to try to increase his pleasure. I felt his hot fluid splash against my pussy walls, his orgasm racking his body, causing the hand that was still connected to my clit to shake violently. It was only a few seconds later that I reached my own apex, and I leaned forward and shoved my tongue down his throat to stifle my own scream as I continued to ride his dick. After a minute or so of our collective climax, I slowed down my motions on him. He had taken his fingers off my clit and began massaging my tits with both hands as I lay on top of him, our lips hungrily attacking each other. As his cock softened and slipped out of me, I rolled off of him and turned to give my full attention to it once more. I sucked the now-flaccid piece into my mouth, tasting our combined juices on my lips. He pulled my other end toward him, arranging my pussy over his own mouth, and sucked the mixture of his cum and my juices out of my hole and down his throat. When I took his cock into my mouth, it was totally soft, the first time I had seen it in that condition. I spent a few minutes cleaning him up, licking his balls and the now shrunken piece of flesh that had been pounding away at me so recently. Once I had him cleaned, I began to wonder if I could get him hard again. I focused my efforts on the head of his cock, licking, toying, and even rubbing my teeth gently over it. I was rewarded after several more minutes by his cock rising up to meet me, slowly hardening in my mouth. As he hardened, he began to softly lift his hips up and down, beginning to fuck my mouth. The more he did this, the harder his cock got, until it was fully erect and he was pounding my face with enthusiasm. He slowed his motions and put his hands on my ass. He gently pushed on my ass cheeks, encouraging me to crawl forward. As I did so, I unfortunately had to let his cock slip from between my lips. I wasn't sure where he was guiding me, but I trusted his judgment on the matter. He pushed me forward until my pussy was over his cock, then gently guided me onto it, my wet pussy opening up to accept the piece of meat. I gasped as I realized that this position allowed for deeper penetration than our previous pose. I held my breath as he penetrated me deeper than anything I could have imagined. Staying on my hands and knees, I began to pump up and down the shaft of his cock, quickly getting into a comfortable rhythm as his cock rose to meet me. John's hands remained on my ass as we fucked, groping and kneading me. After hearing Megan's story, I kinda wanted him to stick a finger in my asshole, but I didn't say anything. Just thinking about him putting anything in that forbidden place caused me to ride his rod even harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin getting louder and louder with each thrust. Soon I felt the now-familiar feeling of orgasm filling me up from within, and my pussy walls clamped down onto John's stiff member as I bit my lip to stifle a scream. Unlike our first time however, our orgasms didn't coincide. Instead, he slowed his motions and I felt his hands shift up as far as they could on my body. He began to gently tug me back towards him. He guided me into a lying position on top of him, my face next to his and his cock rubbing my pussy. He wrapped his hands around my waist and held me against him so he could slide himself inside of me once more. As our bodies moved in sync once again, he moved his hands from my waist. One hand drifted up and began to lightly pinch my nipple as his other reached down to my clit and began stimulating it. After a minute or so of his manipulating my clit, I was shocked by yet another orgasm, my fourth of the night. This one surprised me, hitting me like a freight train, and I turned to kiss him yet again as I shuddered on top of him. He didn't slow down after this one, however, continuing to pound me from below as I held on for dear life. As I came down from my climax, he reached his. He pulled himself out of my pussy and used the hand that had been on my pussy to aim his cock at my face, spraying my breasts, stomach, and mons with his warm seed. After several strong eruptions, he slid me off of him, laying me on my back on the bed, and quickly knelt next to my face. I took his dick in my mouth, sucking the last few drops of cum from him and cleaning my own juices off the knob. Once he was clean, he removed himself from my mouth and knelt over me. Just like he had done with Megan, he licked his cum off of me, running his tongue over my fair skin, cleaning me up. After finishing, he stood up, his flaccid penis bouncing as he walked to the wall and flicked the light off. As our eyes adjusted to the darkness, he felt his way back to the bed and crawled in next to me, pulling the covers over us as he did so. I snuggled up against him as he placed his arm around my shoulders. Just before I dozed off, I felt him lean down and place one last kiss softly on the top of my head. I purred quietly, silently grateful that I'd decided to knock on the door instead of walking back to my own hotel room. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered how Megan had kept Dakota busy...