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Burning the Church
by LeAnna (1997)

***

A virgin college student decides to lose it with an old 
beau during Church services. (MF, 1st, rom)

***

I hadn't been to church in years, and I returned only 
now because a new brother had been born to my mother, 
and they were going to christen him this Sunday. When I 
walked into the sanctuary with my family, I glimpsed a 
man out of the corner of my eye. He was tall, had long, 
luxurious blonde hair, and beautiful big green eyes. It 
was KC, old enough to drink now, and my, he was a DISH!

I suppressed a giggle, and kept a butterfly at bay in 
the pit of my stomach, and the memories flooded back to 
me. Back to a time when I was a newbie to the church 
service, sent there because my parents believed that my 
behavior of late had been -- ahem -- immoral. I was 
young when I joined, thirteen years old. I became 
friends with most of the other youths there, we were 
almost all alike: atheist anarchists, forced to attend a 
mandatory church service by the force of cruel witches 
we all know as our parents. We were robbed of our Sunday 
sleep, and suffered together.

I was quite well liked. Even though I was in eighth 
grade back then, I was more developed than many girls my 
age, and got my fair share of looks. There were 3 guys 
at the church who liked me about then.

The first one was Kenny. He was a year younger than I 
was, and rather cute. He slowly grew more and more 
obnoxious though, and years later, we both hate each 
other's guts. So obviously, that's not who this story 
was about.

Bobby... He was... How do I put this? Interesting. He 
was one of the first grunge/gothic teens in this town, 
and certainly the first in his church. I liked him 
immediately as a friend, he was very philosophical and 
rather smart. He got dismal grades, but we all know 
that's a side effect of being smart, as it's happened to 
most of us.

KC, Bobby's older brother. He was very cute, and had 
some of the same tastes in music as Bobby. He liked 
Kiss, but was more of a coffeehouse hippie type. He was 
a sophomore, 16 years old. I was 14.

We hung around a few months before becoming interested 
in each other. I thought he was adorable, of course- he 
had wide, sleepy green eyes, perfect skin (almost like a 
girl's) and was towering tall over me. His hair was 
blonde, fine as a baby's, and reached to his shoulders. 
He kissed like a Greek god, soft driven, and madly slow.

One night, the church was sponsoring a youth coed 
sleepover (VERY good idea!).  And all the middle- and 
high-schoolers were invited. We were still not 
tranquilized by 3am, KC and me, but most of the rest of 
the attendees were out cold. Including the chaperones. 
The movie was Canadian Bacon, and I sat up against a 
couch, cross-legged. He lay down with his head in my 
lap.

He sang along with the theme song- he had an amazing 
voice. He was in a band, of course, but when he sang his 
bass voice would reverberate into my legs, causing 
pleasant sensations. We both knew what we wanted, but, 
alas, teenagers rarely pursue it. 

However, a little later, we slipped off to the library 
to go to bed, and he went into a bathroom that adjoined 
with another room of the church. He was gone too long, 
about 5 minutes, and I became curious and went inside.

"Hey!" He grabbed my hand swiftly, and pulled me towards 
him. My heart was fluttering in my throat, and he leaned 
over awkwardly to kiss me on my mouth.

His lips were soft, and gentle. They didn't probe- his 
tongue didn't snake into my mouth, squirming and wet, 
like some boys had the mistake of doing. He went slow, 
licking at my lips softly, letting me feel his body 
pressed up against mine. 

That started an odyssey of about 2 months, during church 
services, we'd leave the sanctuary and skip Sunday 
school, spending the time in the library, which was 
always abandoned during the church service, lights off 
and curtains drawn. We'd mess around for a while, never 
going very far. (I was quite prudish. He had his fair 
share of girlfriends- there's a reason why he dumped me 
so quickly!)

That was years ago, I'm now a college student. It's all 
still fresh in my memory, though. Nobody ever forgets 
the best kiss they'd had. Nor the first time anybody 
slipped their cool hands up a warm belly, to feel their 
breasts. He was many firsts for me.

After we broke up (he dumped me for the same ol' reason, 
I didn't put out). I gradually started going to church 
less. I became friendly with his younger brother, Bobby, 
even going on a date with him once, but it never quite 
worked out. I felt odd about keeping it all in the 
family. 

Bobby and me were good friends outside of the church, so 
I just stopped going. And since my behavior was 
improving, my parents didn't make me go (also the fact 
that I had an ex in there influenced them).

Now I was watching this man, that had been one of my 
first beaus. He was tall, light, and handsome. His hair 
was still the same shade, and his eyes were still 
sleepy. He was laughing and flirting with another girl 
that went to church about the same time that we both 
did. He wasn't serious, though, I could tell by his body 
language. He was never serious. At first, I think he was 
pretty serious with me. But he didn't have high 
expectations of someone 2 years younger.

He turned around to leave the sanctuary, and disappeared 
from my view. Before he vanished, he looked at me in the 
eye with surprise and recognition. It took a few 
moments. But few people in this city have hair this 
light blonde (it was flowing to my waist by then, a 
white-blonde shade), few people have bright blue eyes 
that were as intense, and few people had *ahem* the body 
that I had grown into.

The service began, and my little brother Tony's wail 
echoed through the church. Tony was scared, it seems, 
and my mother next to me in the pew was crooning softly 
to him, trying to quiet him. The christening was not set 
to begin for another hour, and I sighed and slumped back 
in boredom.

I wasn't going to sit through the minister's lecture on 
sins and eternal damnation. I whispered an excuse about 
having to go to the bathroom, and left. As I was walking 
down the hall, my head was leaned towards the floor and 
my facial expression was thoughtful. Still tripping down 
memory lane. 

Someone slammed into me, full force. My mouth opened to 
let out a shriek and perhaps a cuss, and it closed 
abruptly when my head snapped up and saw the chest of 
someone I'd been thinking about.

"Jeez, are you ok, Lee?" KC asked with genuine concern. 

I laughed in half-nervousness, half-surprise. "It's been 
a while, KC. I thought they finally ran you out of town 
last summer!" I replied.

"Nah. They ran me out of New York last fall so I'm 
back." He gave me a winning smile. His teeth showed 
slightly through his lips that I'm sure were every bit 
as soft and gentle as they had been when he was 16.

I gave an obligatory laugh and made a mistake, looking 
up into his eyes. His green color caught me, and I 
stared for a few seconds (hours), before I said, "What 
you doing here?"

"Heard your brother was going to be christened."

Laugh. "You came to see me?"

"Nah, came to see your mother... Yeah, I came to see 
you. I've been tryin' to track down everyone I've known 
since I was 4. Especially those with good lips." KC was 
many things, but he wasn't subtle. I was pretty sure he 
was pulling my leg, but I didn't mind- I will take a 
compliment anytime!

His grinning face turned serious. "You're beautiful, 
Lee. You are amazing," he said softly. I blushed. 

"Your hair... I mean it, I've never seen such hair as 
yours. Your face has really cleaned up, I'm not just 
saying that, it looks baby smooth- and... man, you've 
got a body... Er... heh..." he started to flush a 
little, but it disappeared momentarily. 

I felt myself starting to flush too, not in my face. His 
hand was gripping mine, and he leaned over in a low 
sweeping bow, and kissed the back of my hand. I smiled, 
(this was not an hour of repartees) and said, giggling, 
"Do you remember how we used to go into the library and 
make out all the time?"

We were standing in front of the library (I hadn't 
noticed this in my yammering and stammering). He looked 
to the side and laughed. "Yep. You never let me get very 
far."

"As I recall you dumped me for that," I said, half-
seriously. 

He gave a pout. "Aw, jeez, you ain't still remembering 
that are you?"

"Hell yes. You had the lips of a Greek god. I sure 
wasn't happy about it." There was a permanent smile 
pasted on my face as I reminisced with him.

He winked at me suddenly, and tipped his hat, before he 
gripped both of my hands (gently, of course) and led me 
into the library. It was darkened because it wasn't in 
use, but it wasn't locked. The windows had heavy red 
velvet curtains. I laughed, but I didn't resist. Why 
should I? 

He shut the door quietly behind him, and I looked at him 
with my sexiest stare when he flipped on the lights. He 
gave a joking look of agony, pulled me close, and kissed 
me.

It was soft at first, with our lips barely even 
touching. His lips were smooth and moist- not changed a 
single bit, and his hands rested lightly on my waist. He 
gave my hip a bit of a squeeze, and I lifted my arms to 
put them around his neck. 

He pulled my waist close to him, and I pressed my chest 
against him as the kiss got deeper. He still went 
excruciatingly slow, doing the kiss by steps. His warm, 
rigid tongue softly licked at the apex of my upper lip, 
and I shivered.

"Cold?" he asked gently, pulling away momentarily. I 
shook my head, and started to kiss him again. He backed 
up, pulling me with him, to the large velvet chair. The 
same one we made out in as teenagers, but slightly more 
beat up over the years. 

He sat in it awkwardly, relaxing against the plush back 
and pulling me to sit with him. The chair was so big 
that there was room for me, too- so I sat in his lap, 
legs on the side of his, straddling him. I stood on my 
knees to make myself higher, and leaned down to kiss 
him; running my fingers along his chest and giving his 
nipple a teasing squeeze.

He was breathing irregularly now, his arms first 
encircling my waist to bring myself close to him. My 
mound pressed against his solar plexus, and I rubbed it 
very slightly against him.

He groaned so softly into my mouth with this, and moved 
his arms, releasing me. I reached my hand down to untuck 
my shirt, tugging it up, and he slipped his cold hands 
into my shirt. 

It was a shock, and I reeled away at first, and he 
grinned, pressing his fingers against my bare stomach to 
warm them up. He softly walked his fingers up my 
stomach, feeling the lower curve of my breast, running 
his hands to the nipple. I'd grown 3 cup sizes by then, 
and he was enjoying the feel of my hard nipple 
underneath his fingers.

I sat back down, on his legs directly below his cock. I 
could feel it- it was pulsating hard. It seemed huge in 
his slacks, and could have been a metal with its 
rigidity. I rubbed my pussy slightly against it, and he 
groaned again into my mouth, giving my breast a squeeze 
as he tickled my stomach lightly. He ran his fingers 
down to my skirt, and lightly rubbed my pussy through 
the fabric. I responded eagerly, pushing my pussy into 
his hand softly, kissing him like mad. 

He ran his hand down my dress, then up the bare skin of 
my leg. His fingers met the cotton fabric of my panties, 
and a wet, warm spot. He pressed against it, and I let a 
gasp out involuntarily, reveling in the feeling that my 
neglected pussy hadn't had in months.

"Oh yeah," I whispered. 

He smiled, and whispered into my ear, blowing hot air 
into it as he did, "You never let me get this far."

I whispered into his ear (after a soft nibble), "I would 
have, if I knew that nobody would kiss as good as you, 
or go as slow as you, or be as gentle as you.

"I want you to finish what we started all those years 
ago." My bold statement surprised me, but I knew it was 
true. I knew it was what he wanted. My body was 
enveloped in a warm heat, and his fingers were hot to 
the touch, one hand teasing my nipple and the other hand 
rubbing at my pussy. I lowered my lips back to his, and 
started to suck at his tongue softly, nibbling it 
gently, acting as if it was his cock. His breathing was 
hard, and I let a hand slip down to his engorged penis.

"It's so big..." I moaned softly. Size doesn't do much 
for me, but it *was* big. Abnormally large. I loved it. 

He laughed softly in self-satisfaction as I let my palm 
stroke his cock through the fabric, rubbing it softly, 
and then I undid his pants. The button let loose with a 
pop, and the zipper ran down with a roar. My hand fought 
the folds of his boxers, finding the tip and slipping 
inside. 

He was so hot, so hard- it could have been molten steel 
wrapped in velvet. It was now he that shivered as my 
cold fingers touched his sensitive spot, and I warmed 
them against his belly, tickling it. 

His hand was now inside my panties, a finger teasing at 
my clit and another finger rimming my pussy hole. I 
gasped as he slipped the tip of a finger inside my 
pussy. It went in smoothly, and felt so good that I 
tilted my head back lightly to moan. 

He kissed the swell of my throat, and slipped his 
fingers in as far as they could go- he had large 
fingers. His hands were at work, and his lips were 
molten against my throat. My excitement was climbing, 
but I knew it was too soon. I slowly pulled my pussy 
away from his hand, hoping he'd understand to go more 
slowly. He laughed.

"Too fast for you now?"

"It might make me come if you don't slow down. And I 
want to come with your cock inside me," I declared.

His cock surged in my hand, and I could tell the idea 
excited him. It excited me, too. It had to about 9 or 10 
inches long, and 2 inches thick-it would stretch the 
skin of my pussy pleasantly as I fought to get it inside 
me, and bottom out (some guys hadn't exactly bottomed 
out in my pussy.) I wanted to feel the tip of his cock 
spurting against my womb. 

He whispered, "You know what you're doing to me, woman?" 

I grinned and said that I did indeed. I lowered my pussy 
onto his bare cock, the boxers and pants pushed away to 
the side, his balls exposed. I rubbed the wetness (I was 
amazingly wet) against his balls, and he moved his hand 
from my pussy to my ass, massaging the cheek.

"Oh god!" he moaned, and involuntarily pushed his rock-
hard cock against me. I teased him, and lifted up 
slightly, and then lowered it again. I spread my pussy 
lips with one finger, positioning it to fit perfectly 
against the front of his cock, and with the well-
lubricated juices, I began to slide back and forth, 
pressing my clit and pussy hole against his cock.

"Oh, Lee..."

I was getting wetter and wetter, and about to come. I 
was doing long strokes by now, dipping all the way from 
his balls to the head of his cock, and just barely 
letting the head inside me before I withdrew it again, 
sliding it back down to the base. His expression was 
pained, and he bit a lip, his big green eyes looking at 
me for pity. 

I couldn't take it anymore- his pleading look, the fire 
of my clit, his red-hot and rock-hard cock pressed 
against me. Pre-cum was running out of his cock by the 
gallon, lubricating my joyride even more. My jaw was 
open, and I was breathing hard, biting my lip to keep 
from crying out. This was, after all, church, and it 
would be bad to be discovered this way, my long hair 
flowing loose, my voluptuous hips bouncing back and 
forth, my tight pussy ready to be penetrated by KC's 
hard tool.

I pulled his cock up slightly to let him enter me. I was 
so wet that it went in with almost no hesitation, the 
skin around my pussy stretching to its near-limit, my g-
spot and clit both being stimulated by his member. In 
three strong strokes, his cock was all the way in, and 
the feeling was absolute ecstasy. 

I felt FILLED, his cock pressing against my womb. I'd 
never felt as FILLED before, nobody anywhere NEAR this 
large had gone into my pussy. He was bottomed out, and 
his hands on my breast and ass tightened, as he groaned 
my name softly. My ass was on his balls, and we reveled 
in the absolute beauty of the feeling for a minute.

I started to move up and down on his cock, very slowly, 
letting it go all the way to the head before I reversed 
my stride. My pleasure was building up, and I knew I was 
going to come within seconds, and I told him this, both 
with my frenzied, heated body language, and with my soft 
yelps and moans.

My body on fire, my hands gripping his, I rode him like 
a bucking bronco, my legs snapping a little with the 
space restraints. I could see him trying as hard as he 
could not to explode all over me. He whispered to me, 
"Ladies come first in MY book." 

My strokes became more and more frenzied, plunging as 
hard as I could and moving quickly, and my body was 
hanging on that delicate string before the orgasm, 
waiting for the string to break and plunge me into the 
fire. My head was in his neck, teeth gripping the fabric 
of the collared shirt, and I moaned quietly, "I'm going 
to come... I'm going to come... I'm gonna... Oh god... 
I'm..."

My entire body tensed up, and my teeth tore at the 
fabric of his collar, as my pussy tightened impossibly 
around his cock as an incredible orgasm ripped through 
me. 

"I'm COMING!!" I cried, trying to keep it quiet, as 
convulsion after convulsion ripped through me, my body 
shaking and my knuckles white as I tried to contain it. 
I let a rather loud moan out into his ear, and he pushed 
a finger into my mouth. My teeth clamped onto it, and I 
kept coming.

It was such an incredible orgasm- I kept coming and 
coming, knowing no end. His fingers were working at my 
nipple, causing me to reach new heights, and it was 
likely a whole minute before my tense body loosened up, 
and I sighed and gave a laugh-sob, still riding his cock 
for all that it was worth., my body bathed in the 
ecstasy of the after-orgasm. My teeth released his 
finger, which had deep marks indented into it.

He was finally able to release his pent-up cum now, and 
he did. With the fury of ten thousand men. His head 
threw back, his mouth wide open, his eyes clenched 
tightly shut as I thrust my hips up and down to continue 
the pleasurable agony of friction on his cock. He thrust 
his cock almost angrily into me, pressing against me- 
pubic hair to shaven pussy. Finally, his cock spurted 
inside me, and I could feel hot cum splashing on the 
inside of my pussy. 

His grip on my ass cheek was almost painfully tight, my 
nipple in agony, and he finally shot one last jet into 
me with a strong thrust of his hips that lifted his ass 
off the chair, and then slumped back into a normal 
position.

I leaned over, and held his head against my breast as he 
wrapped his arms around my body. We were both sweltering 
hot, but in the comfort of the moment, neither of us 
cared.

We stayed like that, holding each other, for 15 more 
minutes before we returned to the church service.

END

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