Date: Sat, 8 Mar 2014 16:06:34 -0800 (PST) From: Tony Ambros 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.