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   "Love Church"

   by BetweenHerLegs

   (C) Jenny Clark, 2008

   She had smiled at him.  He had smiled back.  Her smile had grown.  He
had looked her up and down while she paused by her family's mini van.  She
had cocked her hip into a saucy pose, before laughing and walking off to
the church.  He had watched her move until she disappeared.  And then he
had looked to make sure neither his wife nor her parents had noticed his
attention to her physique.

   He vaguely knew her parents, but it was the first time he had seen her,
and yet her image was burned into his mind.  Jim was white, 32 years old,
and married.  He was in good shape, thanks to martial arts class, with a
lean strength which was apparent in his posture and the way he moved his
limbs.  He was Alaskan so he generally sported a five o'clock shadow, no
matter the time of day.  His hair was dark brown and tousled.  What drew
most attention, however, were his green eyes which were almost unnaturally
bright and clear, and the fine but well-defined line of his jaw.

   Once inside the church he had found out as much as he could about the
girl without seeming too inquisitive.  Her name was Chandelier, of all
things, but she went by Leah, and she was sixteen years-old.  Young, he
knew, but legal in Alaska.  He needed no inquiry to know how attractive she
was.  She was half-white, half-native with a creamy beige complexion, dark
brown hair colored with a sort of reddish hue -- and large, dark brown
eyes. Her face was almond-shaped, her lips very soft and thin but falling
into a naturally pout.  She was tall and thin with a figure that belied her
age.  She had a well-defined waist, an attractive, perky chest, well-curved
hips, and a gorgeous ass.  Even as her figure seemed older than her years,
the dewy softness of her skin and the delicate flow of those womanly curves
seemed almost younger.  She had a tight-lipped but warm smile with a
nervous sort of innocence.  When she looked at you, she had this way of
tilting her head down and to the side, then lifting her eyes, so she seemed
small and demure despite her height.

   No stranger to lust in this church which was filled with native girls
and half-native girls, Jim tried as hard as he could to avoid looking in
Leah's direction during the service, but when he did occasionally allow his
eyes to slip her way, he found that she was already looking at him with
what he would have called a dreamy intensity.  When she noticed his
attention, she offered him one of those smiles.  She didn't seem at all
self-conscious about the fact that her parents were on one side of her and
her little brother on the other.

   Jim found himself marveling again and again at the softness of her silky
skin.  He found himself craving it.  Longing to run his hands over it, to
press his lips softly into it.  He realized he was staring, and then he
realized that she was starting back, so he blushed and returned his
attention to the front.  His wife appeared not to have noticed.

   And Jim found himself getting lost in fantasy.  It was Christmas
morning. Leah was a sixteen year-old in jammies she had been given when she
was fourteen.  They were too small, but they were flannel and soft, and she
still fancied the teddy bears and balloons motif.  He watched as she opened
her presents with girlish delight, and then, when she had opened the last,
she came over to thank him.  She sat on his lap, laying her soft cheek
against his chest.

   His arms embraced her, his hands resting on her hip.  She wriggled under
him, moving so that one hand fell to her ass, and the other covered her
thigh.  He started to move them, but she reached down and lay her hands
over his.

   "No," she whispered, "Don't move them, unless you're going to move them
inside my jammies."

   Jim snapped out of the fantasy when he felt himself getting hard as he
sat in church next to his wife, thinking about this sixteen year-old girl
he'd only just met.  Met?  Seen.  He'd not even really met Leah.

   He didn't look her way the rest of the service, but everywhere he looked
in this damned church there was some hot girl, and for once he didn't find
his attentions roaming with his eyes.  Every curve he saw made him think of
Leah.  Made him compare visually, and imagine how they would compare to the
touch.

   It was his ill-fortune to be responsible for recording attendance and
that sort of thing after church, so he couldn't make a quick exit.  While
his wife went off to mill around and talk to friends, Jim sat in the
sanctuary filling out paperwork.  Leah perched girlishly on the pew in
front of him, looking at him with big eyes.

   "My name's Leah," she said with that smile of hers.

   "Jim," the married man returned a little stiffly.

   She extended a hand to shake, and he took it.  He melted inside.  Her
fingers were long and elegant to look at it, delicate to touch, and her
skin was even softer and silkier than it had appeared.  The shake lingered
longer than he had intended it to, and she noticed that -- but he noticed
that she smiled.  Realizing how insane it was, he affected a pompous air
and brought her hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on the back of her
hand.

   "Honored to meet you," he said, but inside he felt adrenaline rushing
through his body.  Her skin was cool to his lips, and she tasted sweet and
exotic.  He wanted this girl so bad.  She was half his age, would have been
illegal in some other states.  He was married.  But he wanted her.  Wanted
to experience her.  Wanted to know her beautiful body inside and out.

   She laughed, smiled again, and withdrew her hand slowly, teasing him
with a lingering touch.  "That your wife you were sitting with?" she asked.

   He really wanted to deny it, but he couldn't bring himself to.  "Yes,"
he said, ware that his voice was almost apologetic.

   "Marriage makes a man so sexy," Leah commented, right there in the
middle of church.

   Jim blushed, his mind racing for an appropriate return remark. 
"Marriage makes a man feel silly when he's looking at something even
better."

   The girl blushed, and ran her tongue over her lower lip.  She looked so
god damned young and scared and yet so god damned hot and sexual.  "And
what's better?" she asked, her eyes completely downcast.

   "The unattainable," he said.

   "Are you sure it's unattainable?"

   "...Yeah, I'm pretty sure."

   "Don't be."

   "Leah, maybe you don't know--"

   "I know." She looked straight into his bright green eyes as she spoke.
Then she came around to sit next to him.  Their hips touched, their
shoulders touched.  She leaned in as close to him as she could without
looking totally inappropriate.  "I know," she repeated.

   "Am I that obvious?"

   "Half as obvious as I am."

   "But, Leah --"

   She touched his lips with two of her perfect fingers.  "I'm a virgin,"
she said softly, "and I'm not looking to change that...  yet...  but..."
Leah seemed as if she could hardly believe she was speaking this way, let
alone in church and to a married man.  "But," she resumed, "in my mind I
lost my virginity several times during service."

   And just like that, Jim was hard as a rock.  And Leah knew it, because
she chose that moment to lay her hand on his lap.  She smiled again, warm
and nervous, shy and bold all at once.  "Maybe," she said, "what we both
think is unattainable, only appears to be."

   Jim looked into her eyes, holding her gaze as long as her anxious
innocence would allow, and then touched her cheek.  "Maybe so," he said
slowly.

   She stood slowly and looked at him.  Glancing to make sure no one was
looking in their direction, she blew him a kiss.  "My parents are in the
church directory.  I'm home alone every afternoon after three until
six-thirty."

   And then she left, and Jim found himself again enchanted by the way she
walked.  Her hips didn't have much sway, but her ass muscles moved with a
combination of strength and softness that you normally only saw in lucky
fourteen year-old girls, and at a physically developed sixteen Leah was the
best endowed fourteen year-old girl he'd ever seen.

   That night, Jim's wife Betsy was feeling particularly amorous, but Jim
found himself having a hard time responding to her.  She was a very
attractive woman, svelte with large breasts, olive complected with long,
very straight, very shiny auburn hair and dark green eyes.  And she was
very sexy, as well, moving and talking in all the right ways with all the
right facial expressions.  But Jim couldn't respond.  And then he had Betsy
dress up in a pink baby doll nightie she had which looked very little
girlish, and then he had her lay down in a pile of stuffed animals.  And
then he ravaged her like he hadn't in a very long time.

   Jim, despite being 32, was still looking to make his big break as a
freelance illustrator, and did most of his work in the morning.  Monday
afternoon, at three o'clock, he found himself staring at the clock and
stroking his cock, thinking of Leah at home by herself.  The same thing on
Tuesday, and then again on Wednesday.  On Thursday, he founding himself
stroking his cock, thinking of Leah at home by herself, and looking up her
parents' address in the church directory.

   She didn't live that far away.  Stuffing himself back into his pants
quickly, he grabbed his keys before he had a chance to actually think and
reflect on what he was doing.  He was outside her house in about ten
minutes.  It wasn't even quite three-thirty yet.  He sat in his car for
several minutes.  What was he doing?  What did he expect would happen if he
actually went in there?  What did he want to happen, for that matter?

   He stopped thinking.  That was a trap.  He needed to just act.  So he
did.  He got out of the car, walked to the door, and knocked, butterflies
in his stomach.

   In only a moment, the door opened and Leah was standing there in a
t-shirt and shorts.  Her legs were beautiful.  Before a word was exchanged,
her arms were around him, her lips pressed into his cheek.  "I was
beginning to think you wouldn't ever come visit me!" she squealed, pulling
him into the house and walking to a stairway.  "I've been waiting all
week!" She tipped her face downward, then rolled her eyes up to look at
him. "Do you want to come up to my room?"

   Jim smiled awkwardly and looked at her as she stood on the first step of
the stairway.  Young and sexual.  Innocent and seductive.  What was her
plan?  Did she even have a plan?

   "I'd love to," he said genuinely, following her as she raced up the
stairs.

   Her room was as much of a contradiction as everything else about her. 
Stuffed animals, makeup, little girl pajamas on the floor, slightly naughty
panties on top of the hamper, alternative rock posters on the wall,
unicorns and flowers on her bedding.  Leah sat on the bed and patted the
mattress in invitation.

   He sat beside her, still uncertain what was going to happen, or what
either of them wanted to happen.  When he sat down, though, the beautiful
half-native girl put her arm around him and lay her head on his shoulder.
Her cheek was softer than it looked.  He put his arm around her waist, and
this encouraged her to snuggle closer.

   "How old are you?" she asked curiously.

   "Thirty-two," he said.

   "I'm sixteen."

   "I know."

   "Does that make you uncomfortable?" she asked.

   He restrained himself from saying that, quite to the contrary, it made
him horny as hell.  Instead he said, "Nothing about you makes me
uncomfortable."

   She smiled, and snuggled in even closer, resting one hand on his lap,
which immediately started to respond.  "Tell me about yourself," she said.
"I know you're handsome, very nice, very sexy, a really great husband, but
that's about all..."

   He wondered idly if a really great husband would be in the bedroom of a
sixteen year-old girl, desperately wishing she would stop talking and take
his cock in her mouth.  But he didn't say that, either.  Instead he did as
she asked and told her about himself.  About his former job, about his
studies, his art, his future plans, even his marriage to Betsy and about
their cat.

   "She sounds sweet," Leah said as she incongruously kissed his cheek
again.  "I'm glad you have such a nice wife." Much to his surprise, that
was her only preface to taking his face in her little, delicate hands,
turning it to hers, and them kissing him gently on the lips.  Her mouth was
softer than anything he'd ever felt before, she tasted sweet, salty, and
foreign.  She held his face in her hands, and her eyes searched his.  "I
like being a virgin," she told him, "but we can kiss, if you'd like."

   Jim hesitated, only because he didn't want to scare Leah away with the
animal hungers that were raging in his body right then, but he reached
towards her lips with his, and was pleased to feel her slip her tongue
slightly between his lips when they kissed this time.  Her tongue was
small, cool, and incredibly wet.  He brushed the tip of her tongue very
gently with his own, and she responded with a burst of her own animal
hunger.

   Leah knocked Jim to his back as she swung her legs over him, straddling
his waist.  She slid her tongue along the full length of his, tickling the
back of his throat.  Jim made a sound which was a mixture of pleasure and
surprise.  Her tongue have been thin and narrow, but it was long and she
moved it with some strength.  She circled it around in his throat, causing
him to gag and moan at the same time.  She drew her tongue back some, and
allowed their tongues and lips to dance gently but firmly.  She still
clutched his face in her hands, but now her fingernails were biting into
his flesh behind his ears.

   He should have been worried about her leaving a visible mark, but he
couldn't think that clearly.  He was too overcome by her beauty and her
desire.  He wanted her so badly.  He knew she could feel him hardening
underneath her as they kissed.  She was occasionally squeezing his waist
with her legs, and eventually this drew a twitch from his cock.  He knew
she felt it, because her kisses became even more aggressive.  Teeth mashed
against teeth, tongues were slurped and bitten lightly, lips were sucked
and chewed.

   By this point, the sixteen year-old virgin was making a lot of noise. 
She gave out some long, drawn out groans, occasional unintelligible
whispers of passionate words, and with virtually every kiss she planted a
sharp, whimpering cry.

   It was an engrossing experience.  The joy of looking at this beautiful
young girl, the pleasure of feeling her body and the way she used it to
express her desire, the taste of her flesh and her sweat and her saliva,
the smell of her fruit bodyspray and her natural aroma, and the sound of
her vocalizations and the wet violence of their mouths.

   So enthralled was Jim by the moment that he was himself caught by
surprise when he heard his own voice say, "Oh God," then felt himself
clutch the little girl tightly, felt his back arch up, his body go rigid,
and them felt himself explode inside his pants.

   Once

   Twice

   Three time

   Four times

   Five times

   ...solid, and then a quivering sixth and seventh, followed by a
surprisingly strong eighth as her body twitched on top of him.

   He opened his eyes and saw her already abnormally large eyes widened as
she breathed barely an inch from his face, her breath smelling of their
exertion.  He thought he must have frightened or disgusted her.  She ground
back into the wetness of his lap and asked, "Did you just -- ?"

   "Yes," he said, nervously.

   "Did I just make you -- ?"

   "Yes," he repeated.

   "That is so cool!" she exclaimed with a youthful enthusiasm that caught
him quite dramatically off-guard.  Leah rolled off with the first big,
tooth grin he'd seen on her face.  It was as if she had just been given a
big award or something.  That was an idea Jim found absurdly gratifying,
but also spiritually exhilarating.  The thin teen reached down and palmed
the wet spot on his jeans.  She rubbed it good for a little bit, then
brought the hand up to her nose and smelled it.

   And then a shadow passed over her face.  Jim was afraid she'd decided it
was too much for her after all.  But what she said was, "You weren't
thinking of anyone else were you?  I mean, you were thinking about me when
you --"

   He touched a finger gently to her lips to quiet her and stared into her
deep eyes.  She was not just a hot young girl; she was god damned lovely.
"I don't think, my dear Chandelier, that I shall ever be able think of
anyone else ever again."

   She squealed with joy like a little girl, and cuddled up against his
side.  He put his arm around her and they lay like that for a while, her
hand sometimes ending its way to his lap and squeezing, working his semen
through his jeans.

   Then, even though he should have bolted out of the house like any other
middle-aged man who had just banged a sixteen year-old in her parents'
home, Jim found himself saying, "So you haven't told me about yourself
yet."

   Leah closed her eyes as if contemplating where to begin, and then she
opened them suddenly and propped herself up on an elbow.  She looked at him
with an expression in her face somewhere between teasing and scolding.  "I
never told you my full name was Chandelier."

   Jim blushed deeply.  "I, uh...  I asked about you at the church..."

   The girl grinned again.  "God, that is so hot!" she cried out, swinging
her body back on top of him with great spirit.  The half-native girl
deliberately positioned herself so she could feel his wet spot pressing
into her own lap.  she then crossed her hands on his chest, propped her
chin up, and started to tell him about herself.

   She was sixteen, but she was only a freshman in high school because she
had grown up in the village, home schooled, and had fallen behind because
of chores and things like that.  Her family had moved into Fairbanks a
couple of years ago, but she had been going to church with a friend of hers
until this past week when she had had a row with that friend.  She hoped to
be home schooled again so that she could escalate her studied and get into
college in a couple of years because she had recently found an incredible
drive in herself to go into speech therapy.

   Jim listened attentively, commenting as appropriate, as she talked for
at least half an hour.  When she realized how long she had been talking
about herself she giggled with embarrassment and rolled off him.  She stood
at the foot of the bed, looking at his lap.  He found himself looking at
her lap with a deep longing he dared not verbalize.

   "You have a little spot," he told her.

   "Not as much as you do," she teased, winking at him.

   "Yeah..." He sighed.  "I should probably get home soon so I can get
pretty thoroughly cleaned up."

   The girl beamed.  "We don't want Betsy to find out," she agreed.  "It
might ruin her day, and she's too nice to do that to her."

   Jim looked at the girl with a mixture of lust, affection, and even
admiration.  He marveled at the complex cluster of emotions she managed to
experience and express.  "What about your spot?" he asked, at least partly
hoping she would change into clean shorts right then and there.

   Instead she grabbed a glass of water from the bedside and poured some on
the front of her shorts.  "If anyone asks, I spilled water on myself," she
answered with a pleased laugh.

   He smiled.  He found her girlish silliness both emotionally refreshing
and sexually exciting.  Reluctantly, slowly, he swung his feet to the floor
and rose.

   "Before you go," she said with sudden urgency, clasping his hand in
hers, "there's something I want you to take." Her fingers were preciously
intertwined with his, her touch still as sweet as it was sensual, perhaps
even more so.  She led him by the hand over to her dresser.  She got a
serious look on her face.  "This is a reminder of a someday thing," she
told him with a seriousness he found cute but made sure he treated
sincerely.  "This isn't some kind of dirty thing, it's for you to know what
you have in store in the future, when the time is right, if you want it."

   Leah reached into her drawer, without letting him see the contents, and
pulled out a simple pair of cotton bikini briefs.  They were teal green
with a flower-print in a darker shade of green.  She unfolded them before
his eyes and then placed them in his hand.  Somehow, at this point, he
found those panties sexier than the Victoria's Secret silks he'd spied on
the hamper.

   He smiled at her, placed the panties against his cheek and then kissed
her softly on the lips.  "I'll treasure these, Chandelier, as much as
someday I hope to treasure what they contain."

   She glowed.  "I normally hate my full name, but I like the way you say
it."

   Jim caressed her soft cheek one last time before tucking the panties
into his pocket and leaving this sweet, innocent, sexy girl.  He drove home
more slowly than he had driven there earlier.  His mind was wandering
everywhere except anywhere that brushed on guilt.  They had said nothing
about the nature of their relationship, but that didn't worry him.  They
had said nothing about when they would see each other next, but he knew it
couldn't be long.  He had no clear idea what his long-term expectations,
hopes, even longings were, but that little girl was affecting him in a way
he could not deny.

   Hell, he hadn't cum in his pants since he'd been a sixteen year-old
himself, dry-humping a twenty-one year-old redneck girl on his front porch.
And what he and Leah had been doing had hardly even qualified as
dry-humping.  The girl was in and of herself an experience that had
overpowered him and he that he wanted to experience her again.

   In fact, Jim found himself antsy all the next day until three o'clock
rolled around.  Without even thinking about it, he drove over to Leah's
parents' house.  He practically ran to the door, and was let in before he
even knocked.  She wrapped him up in a warm embrace, kissing him full on
the lips, and drinking his saliva into her mouth.  "I've been thinking
about you all day," she told him.

   "And I've been thinking about you," he said.  "In fact, I thought about
you all night, too." The handsome thirty-two year-old ran his hands
affectionately up and down her back.  "I couldn't bring myself to act
guilty and ashamed, so I did a whole load of laundry including my soiled
things rather than just try to scrub off the evidence.  It amounted to the
same thing, but..."

   "You're sweet," Leah said, kissing him again, sucking on his lower lip a
little.  "And Betsy is going to love this new, industrious side of you, I'm
sure."

   He chuckled and kissed her, still gently, but pulling just a bit of her
tongue into his mouth.  Leah sighed, their mouths still pressed together,
and the little flutter of warm, sweet air into his mouth was very exciting.
Jim didn't want to seem like a total cad, but he desperately hoped they
could get down to physical stuff very soon and save small talk and
friendliness for later.  As if to answer this unspoken plea, Leah reached
down between them and gave his crotch a squeeze.

   "Can I make you go again, Jim?"

   "I have no doubt," he assured his, his voice breaking.

   She laughed and kissed his neck.  "That isn't what I meant, but I'm glad
you're so confident in me." She broke off their embrace and gave him one of
her usual tight-lipped but alluring smiles.  "Shall we go to my room?"

   Not caring how it made him look, Jim clutched Leah's hand and led the
half-native girl up the stairs and to her bedroom.  He opened the door and
looked in.  She giggled behind him.

   "I thought it might be naughtier this way," she told him with a giggle
at her own guilty pleasure.  On her bed were strewn stuffed animals, and on
her floor were all her dirty clothes.

   She sat on the floor, up against the bed, a pile of dirty clothes under
her, a stuffed boa constrictor behind her head.  She lifted a dirty
nightgown from the floor and tossed it to him.  "Now you can picture me how
I sleep," she said, now grinning.

   He unfurled the nightie and held it before him.  It was yellow cotton
with no pattern except for cream-colored lace fringes and a single picture
of a yellow Care bear off-set to her front-left on the waist.  He drew the
nightie closer to himself and inhaled her scent.  "You smell good," he
reported in a soft voice.

   Leah made a noise of unbelieving pleasure, clearly not expecting either
that he would smell her dirty nightie or that he would enjoy it.  She was
on him in an instant, kneeling before him and pull him down to the
laundry-strewn floor.  Their mouths met before he was down, and she spread
her legs, sinking back and pulling him onto of her.  There were no gentle
kisses today, just desperation and hunger.

   The two lovers, one sixteen and the other thirty-two, rolled around the
floor, her blue jean-clad legs wrapped around his waist as their mouths
took turns exploring the depths of the other and inviting return visits. 
Today, unlike yesterday, their hands were all over one another, learning
the contours of one another's bodies, the feel of one another's flesh, even
if through the veil of clothing.

   Jim was hesitant at first to let his animal instincts completely take
control, but the young girl's hands groped him savagely, kneading his ass,
squeezing his thighs, clawing at his back, even from to time rubbing
vigorously between his legs.  Leah's lack of restraint encouraged her
married lover, and Jim allowed his own hands to roam freely and be as
insistent as they wished.  They spent a great deal of time still just
running over the shape of her legs and the curve of her back, but they
ended up settling on her fantastic ass.  He stroked, grabbed, squeezed,
pawed, everything he could do.  He had never felt anything like it, so firm
and yet so yielding, so shapely and yet so soft.

   And Leah apparently loved it, for the more he groped her ass the tighter
her legs became around his waist.  She even started to rock against him as
they rolled through her dirty clothes, dry-fucking his hardon through both
their jeans.

   Jim felt a twitch and surge of pre-cum, and found himself biting her
lower lip and pressing his fingertips into her back with bruising force. 
"Are you close?" she asked, panting for breath.

   "Yes," he admitted, repeatedly kissing her hard and quick as he humped
against her.

   "Get on the bed," she commanded him, letting go of him with her legs and
rolling off.

   He couldn't believe how sexual this girl was, or how much he loved her
body.  He was getting very close to cumming for the second time in two days
with no actual contact between her and his cock.  He had no choice but to
obey her.  He crawled up onto the bed, laying on his back in a pile of her
stuffed animals.

   She joined him right away, straddling his waist like she did yesterday,
but today she deliberately ground against him, hoping to bring him off.  As
she did, she took his hands and put them on her breasts, allowing him to
feel them through her shirt.

   "My god, you're perfect," he uttered, taken aback by how her pretty tits
felt in his hands, even through her shirt.  She wore a thin bra, through
which he could feel her nipples in his palms, even with the shirt providing
an extra layer between them.

   Literally crying with pleasure, Leah lay down against him, feeling his
strong hands on her breasts, rubbing her lap against his, squeezing his
waist with her legs, and kissing his throat and neck hard, violently.  He
felt her lips, her tongue, her teeth.  His hands felt the perfect flesh of
her chest.  His lap was warmed by her movements and her shape.  And then,
as he became aware of a build-up in his cock and a surging in his blood, he
suddenly felt the cool, soft touch of her fingers wrapping themselves
around his hot, rigid cock inside his jeans -- and with a great scream of
intense pleasure he came in ten rapid bursts.  Her little hand still
squeezed him slightly, drawing a slowly, steady ooze of the remainder of
his load.  He opened his eyes and saw her looking at him with incredible
intensity as her fingers slid around his sagging cock, rolling his sticky,
warm semen.

   "It feels so good," she whispered, tears in the corners of her big,
brown eyes.  "Did I really do that do you?"

   "Like no one else can," Jim told her taking her face in his hands and
kissing her softly all over.

   Slowly, hesitantly, Leah slipped her hand out of his waistband, and drew
her fingers up near where they kissed.  She wiggled her fingers, watching
in fascination as his sticky love was strung between digits and flowed so
slowly with the force of gravity.  Then, almost in a trance, she opened her
mouth and ran her tongue between two of her fingers, taking a string of cum
onto it.  She brought her tongue back into her mouth, and closed her eyes,
sighing with satisfaction.  Jim watched as she rolled the little beads of
cum around in her mouth, mixing it with her saliva before swallowing it.

   "It's so amazing," she said, still whispering.  She used her tongue to
clear all the strings of cum from between her fingers before tasting them
in her mouth again.  Jim was fascinated by her adoration of his cum. 
Watching her savor it was making him almost hard again already, something
less common at thirty-two than it had been when he had been her age.

   The man with bright green eyes literally groaned when this little
half-native teenager started to lick the rest of his cum from her hand. 
Her focus was so intense, her pleasure so clear.  When she could lick no
more, she began to suck on her fingers, now devouring rather than savoring.
She gave her own moan of pleasure, and it was too much for Jim.  She was
too god damned hot for his own good.

   He threw her off him onto her back, and planted a deep kiss on her
mouth. He felt traces of his own slick fluid on her tongue and teeth, but
he didn't care.  It was just a manifestation of the pleasure she had
brought him.  His mouth was aggressive on hers, and as he curled up
alongside her he had one hand on her breast, mauling rather than treasuring
it, and the other was rubbing her crotch through her jeans.

   Leah's cries of pleasure egged him on, and soon he was squeezing and
groping between her legs, feeling the shape of her mound.  The softness of
her flesh there together with the strength of her thighs and the hard
boniness of her pelvis.  Even with jeans on, it was very intimate, and he
was forming a mental map and image of her shape.

   "Have you ever made out with a guy like this before?" he asked.

   "No," she admitted, out of breath between kisses.  "Never."

   He was pressing harder into her mound with her thumb as he rubbed and
squeezed with the side of his hand.

   "Oh god!" she squealed.  "Oh god!"

   Jim kissed her harder.  He was biting her lips, sucking her long, thin
tongue deeply into his throat.  His hand was working on her every way it
could.  She responded by pushing herself into his grip and arching her back
to improve his access.

   "Ooooohhhhhhh," she cried out in a high-pitched moan.

   He had to let her feel this for real.  Jim reached up and pulled her
zipper down.  She gasped, clutching at his hand in restraint.  "Don't look
at me," she pleaded.  "Please, I'm not ready for you to see me."

   His only response was to cover her face with wet sloppy kisses as he
undid her button and rested his hand on her damp panties.  He pressed her
panties into her clit with his thumb and resumed his rocker-like squeezing
with the side of his hand.  She cried out again, nothing discernable as a
word or even a specific attempt at communication.  Just a cry of pleasure.
She grew so wet and sloppy under his touch.  He could hear the sloshing
sound of wet flesh lubricating itself.

   "God don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," Leah begged, biting at his
face and using her tongue to indiscriminately taste him.

   Jim had to put over the top.  He had to.  Obeying her wishes that he not
look, he pulled up the waistband of her panties and slipped his hand
inside. He ran his middle finger lightly between her wet lips, feeling her
warmth and wetness directly on his skin and freeing the scent of her
arousal.

   "Have you ever played with yourself, honey?" he asked, kissing her
around her mouth as his middle finger dances in the shallow of her love
trough.

   "No, I've never touched myself down there," she told him.

   "I think you'll like the way this feels." And she did.  He slid his
index finger as deeply inside her as he could, straight in, and she
screamed more loudly than any lover he'd ever had.  He felt her inner walls
swell and pulse, and he knew she wouldn't last much longer.  With his index
finger and his middle finger he spread her labia gently apart and then
rotated his thumb slowly in to toward the top of her gushing love box, slid
it under her hood, and gently rolled her clit around like a fleshy marble.

   Leah gave out another ear-splitting cry, and suddenly clenched her
thighs around his arm and bucked up against him, her body tight and rigid.
She made no further sounds, hardly even seemed to breath.  Her body was
tense and motionless, quivering slightly from the strain on her muscles. 
And then every muscle in her body loosened and he felt a sudden increase in
the wetness around his fingers.

   As she relaxed back down onto her back, the half-native girl looked up
at him dreamily.  He held her gaze intensely as he took his hand from her
sopping little pussy and brought it up to his mouth.  He would treat her to
the same display she had afforded him.  He ran his tongue around the
outline of his hand, licking her juices from his fingers as she watched,
mesmerized.  He gave his palm a good, strong licking, and then sucked
himself clean.

   Still gathering her breath, she rolled onto her side, and looked at his
lap.  He was visibly hard again, very aroused by pleasuring this little
sixteen year-old, turned on by the feeling of her body, the scent of her
excitement, and the joy he knew he had given her.  Even though he had been
returning a favor, apparently she wanted to return the return.  She reached
out, and very slowly pulled his zipper down.

   "I want to make you go again," she said, somehow sounding both sweet and
insistent.  "And I want to feel and see everything." Jim started to speak,
but Leah shushed him.  "Get on your knees, Jim."

   He obeyed.  She was a virgin sixteen year-old with a sweet, innocent
temperament, and she was the boss of her stuffed-animal strewn bed.  He
knelt before her as she lay on her side.  She pulled his zipper the rest of
the way down, and his hardon began to emerge, cloaked in red boxers.  She
popped the snap at the top of his jeans, peeling them open as if to reveal
the heart of the fruit.  Staring at the object of her work, she reached
into the fly of his boxers, took his hot, increasingly erect cock in her
small, delicate hand, and pulled it out.

   When his manhood was free, full again but not totally rigid yet, she
looked at it admiringly for a while.  "It's really beautiful," she told
him, stroking it gently like a pet.  The subtleness of her touch was
surprisingly exciting, and his cock twitched, and lurched to a higher
degree of rigidity.  She seemed surprised, but pleased with this response.
She took the meat of his shaft in the V of her middle and index fingers and
gently started to rub up and down.  Her skin was so silky, and the look on
her face so single-minded, that Jim was quickly stretched to his
full-length, tense and reddening.  A little dab of precum formed on his
tip.

   "Are you cumming already?" she asked, a little disappointed.

   "No," he grunted, looking down at the pretty teenager who was giving him
a slow, gentle hand job.  She was now stroking him with a dancing hand,
using her palm on the upstroke and the flats of her fingers on the down. 
The effect was unparalleled.  "That's just precum," the married man
managed. "My body's lubricant."

   "Oh," she said with girlish delight, "if t's lubricant, then I should be
doing this with it, right?" And her thumb swung over the tip of his cock,
passing through the precum and swirling it all around his head.  "Like
that?"

   "God yes," was all he could manage.

   It did not escape Leah's attention that this action had brought more
precum to the surface.  This time she took her entire hand up to the top of
the pole, and began slowly smearing the fluid all over his erection.  Once
he was totally covered with the slick, she smiled and looked up at him as
she still lay on her side.  "Don't hold back, lover," she told him.  "Just
let it all go."

   And then, as if that was a warning, she immediately started to beat him
off at a ferocious pace, her little hand flying up and down his length. 
Sometimes a little tight, sometimes a little loose, but always fast, always
going his entire length, and always smooth, cool, and soft against his red
hot hardness.

   "Let me see you cum," she cooed, her eyes widening as she watched the
vein on his erection start to bulge.

   On his knees amidst a pile of stuffed animals with this hot sixteen
year-old getting him off, Jim had a hard time maintaining balance, but he
managed to start thrusting in opposition to her strokes.

   "Yes," she whispered tautly.  "Fuck my little fist.  Fuck my little fist
until you cum."

   The dirty talk added to the heat of the moment.  "Don't stop, honey," he
demanded as gently as he could.  "Don't stop, I'm close."

   "Oh yeah," she said with obvious excitement.  "Let me see what it looks
like when I make your big, pretty cock explode all over."

   That was the limit.  Jim bit down hard on his lower lip and thrust
forward into her fist.  As he came with a series of grunts, he watched Leah
take the shots right on her face, and keep milking him with her hand,
getting the most she could out of him.

   When he finally collapsed back down onto the bed, he saw that she was
smiling, her face still dripping with his semen.  "That was the most
beautiful moment I've ever seen," she said like a little girl seeing a real
unicorn or seeing the milky way for the first time.

   He was about to comment when they heard a car pull up in front of the
house and start idling.

   "Oh shit!" she yelled.  "My brother's being dropped off early!"

   "Oh fuck!" Jim swore.  He may not have felt any shame or guilt over what
they were doing, but he did feel the fear of discovery.

   Jim pulled his pants back together "How do I get out of here without
being seen?" he asked.

   Leah was prepared.  "My window overlooks the garage.  You can go out to
the garage roof, drop into the backyard, cut through the neighbor's yard,
and go out to your car looking like you were at their house, not ours."

   "Ok," he said, but then he paused.  "What about you?  Can you get
cleaned up in time?"

   The girl with her mixed heritage features smiled with mischief.  "Hang
on," she said.  Then, making a big display of it, she rolled her tongue
around outside her mouth, licking herself as clean as she could.  She wiped
the rest with her fingers, and sucked them clean.  "As for the rest," she
said, "just a sec."

   She ran over to her closet, stepped in and closed the door.  There was
some rustling, and then a moment later she emerged wearing clean panties
and no jeans.  She struck a pose for him.  "Now you know what I look like
in panties," she teased.

   His eyes were wide, and he was sure his mouth was agape.  Her body was
even more beautiful than he had imagined.  "God, you really are perfect,"
he gushed.

   Blushing, she approached him and stuffed something damp into his hand.
"For your collection." She kissed his cheek.  "Now, run!"

   He looked down at the wet panties he now held, the panties in which he
had made this pretty young girl cum for the first time in her life.  He
lifted them up, inhaled them deeply, and fought against the urge to run his
tongue over the crotch.  He did not want to frighten her.  "Thank you,
Chandelier." He kissed her cheek as she had his.  "Until next time."

   He made his exit safely, and made it through a second night in a row
without Betsy pressing for sexual favors or in any other way detecting his
indiscretion.  He had tucked the first pair of panties in a pocket inside
his briefcase -- some place he wife would never accidentally find them. 
This second, wetted pair, which he didn't look closely at until he got
home, were black with a picture of Winnie the Pooh right over the crotch.
Just the very thought that he brought the teenage girl off while she was
wearing Winnie the Pooh panties was enough to reawaken his arousal.  He had
to keep them, but he had to find a way to keep them that their aroma
wouldn't give away their presence.  He settled the pockets of a pair of his
khakis that he snuck to the bottom of Betsy's hamper.  His wife and the
girl smiled totally different, but the girl's scent shouldn't escape those
confines very easily.

   Saturday was difficult.  He couldn't see Leah.  He had the absurd notion
of calling her at one point, just hoping to hear her sweet, pretty voice,
but that was ridiculous and not an option.  For a moment it crossed his
mind that he should get the girl's e-mail or IM names, but those would
leave tracks, and he didn't want tracks on either end.  So instead he
fidgeted.  He coped hoping for a break, some time when Betsy would go run
an errand or something and he could be alone, but it never happened.

   And so, on Sunday, it was hard not to stare at her before service.  She
and her family had arrived first, and he had to make sure he didn't try to
take a seat with a better view of her.  He was a man of habits, and his
wife would definitely figure something was up if he started changing those
habits.  He thought it would be a little more manageable because he was
actually playing with the praise team that week, and while he was up there
with his guitar, he could make sure his eyes lingered just a second longer
on her when he scanned the audience.  But it turned out to be harder,
because he wanted to just look at her.  He could tell that the whole time
he was playing she was just staring at him, and he found himself getting
hard as he played guitar in the praise band.  In fact, he was getting such
a general state of arousal, that there was no where he could look in the
church for solace.  The singers in the band were a couple of half-Yupik
girls who could have and should have been world famous just for their
looks. There were another couple native highschoolers out there.  One
married native woman who had kept her figure.  One very hot young white
woman who was married but was known to spread her legs easily and eagerly.

   By the end of service he was very, very horny.  And when Leah came up to
him while he counted the money, it was clear that she was, too.  "You never
said you played guitar," she accused him.

   Jim smiled.  "Ah, well, I play guitar."

   She looked downward and whispered.  "That's so fuckin' hot, Jim."

   He smiled.  "I'm glad you like it."

   "I've missed you," she said.

   "I've missed you too," he admitted honestly.

   "Want a little reunion?"

   "What do you mean?"

   She licked her soft, naturally pouty lips, and leaned in to whisper.  "I
keep thinking about how your stuff tasted and how pretty you were and how
strong you felt in my hand, and I want...  I want...  I want to feel you
explode in my mouth, Jim."

   "You mean --?"

   "I mean, go the little upstairs bathroom and don't lock the door, just
wait a minute and I'll be there." And with that she walked off.

   And Jim watched her ass and knew she'd really left him no choice.

   He tried not to run as he made his way to the upstairs bathroom.  He
turned on the light, closed the door, but didn't lock it.  He stood
awkwardly near the toilet, uncertain what to do while he waited.  It was a
long few minutes before Leah slipped in and joined him.  There was a fire
in her eyes and a mischievous smile on her lips.  She locked the door
behind her and then leaned up to kiss the taller man on the kips.

   "I've missed you so much," she purred, tucking her hands into his
waistband at the back to touch his ass.

   "I wanted you all day yesterday," Jim told her, squeezing her ass
through her jeans as she stuck her tongue out of her mouth and he massaged
it between his lips.  "I wanted to see you, hear your voice, feel you near
me."

   "Well you're about to feel me ...  very ...  near you," she laughed,
sliding down his body until she was on her knees, head pressed against his
lap.

   Jim couldn't believe how aroused he already way.  This girl had a
special magic about her, no doubt.  She looked up at his face with her big,
almond-shaped eyes and seemed to enjoy the pleasure she saw there.  She
licked her lips and started to undo his khakis.  "I'd like to draw this out
and be all sexy," she said, her voice sounding very much like the excited
little girl she really way, "but we don't have much time."

   The married man didn't say anything as the sixteen year-old pulled his
pants down to his ankles.  After that, he could say little more than, "Oh
god" and "Oh, Chandelier" and "Oh...  Fuck..." as she gave him her
first-ever blowjob.

   At first Leah dove down on the lump in his boxers, sucking and licking
him through the fabric of his boxers.  This display of unrestrained hunger
turned Jim on so much that he quickly become hard as a rock.  His erection
soon worked its way out through his fly and she moaned her pleasure at
seeing the naked head of his cock again.  She fluttered her tongue around
it like a wet butterfly.

   She then give his head a quick suck and pulled his boxers down to his
knees.  She reached between his legs with both hands and cupped his balls
as she proceeded to cover his shaft with wet kisses.  Jim could tell she
wanted to linger, and he desperately wanted her to, but they were both
conscious of their time constraints.

   In this spirit, she continued rubbing his balls with her two little
hands and took the top of his cock into her mouth.  She didn't take it very
deep, but he didn't force the issue, because the sixteen year-old was still
managing to make him feel incredible.  She sucked rhythmically on his cock,
with each suck pressing in on him with her tongue and cheeks.

   She made loud slurping noises and moaned around him.  Jim placed his
hands on the back of her head, and started to slide gently in and out
between her wet lips.  The longer she sucked, the harder she sucked and the
harder and deeper he fucked her mouth.  When he finally hit the back of her
throat, she coughed, but she didn't stop.  Instead, she clamped her lips
around him tightly and started to fuck him back with her reddening face.

   "Oh shit, I'm about to go," he warned her, finally getting some
intelligible words out.

   She took him deep and held him there, her nose pressed into his pubic
hair, the head of his cock buried in her throat.  He exploded, and she
gagged, coughing his white semen back out onto him and onto her own chin
and chest.  She backed off a little so she could swallow the last couple of
spurts.  When he was through unloading she stood and smiled up at him, her
face messy with cum, strings of his white semen between her teeth.

   "That was incredible," she said, her eyes wide with appreciation.

   Jim shook his head in amazement.  "What you just did for me is what was
incredible," he corrected her.  "Thank you, Chandelier."

   She smiled and kissed him, smearing his own cum back onto his face.  He
didn't flinch, just kissed her back.  They used toilet paper to clean
themselves up and tried to make themselves as presentable as possible
before returning downstairs, her first, and him a few minutes after.

   All that afternoon and evening, Jim was terribly distracted and on edge.
He couldn't get Leah out of his mind.  So pretty, so sexy, and so goddamned
sweet.  The feeling of her lips on his cock was still so real he twitched
when he thought about it.

   And then the phone rang.  He jumped before picking it up.  "Hello?"

   "You have a key to the church?" The was hushed and spoke rapidly, but he
would recognize it anywhere.

   Jim looked at Betsy over on the couch and hoped he didn't look nervous
as he spoke.  "Yes."

   "I'm going to Alaska Coffee Roasting.  Pick me up there in half an
hour."

   "OK." He hung up, and tried to catch his breath.

   "Who was that?" Betsy called over to him.

   "I need to go over some songs at the church with him in about half an
hour," he answered, deliberately not specifying a person.

   "Oh, too bad..." she purred at him, rolling onto her tummy on the couch
and kicking her legs up in the air.  "I guess I'll have to wait 'till later
then..."

   Jim smiled at his wife.  She was beautiful, and he probably owed her
something, but every time he looked at her he could only compare her to
Leah, and as gorgeous as she was, she didn't have the special something
which his younger lover had.

   "Later it is," he said, hoping it sounded flirtatious.

   He didn't know precisely what Leah had in mind, but when he picked her
up at the coffee shop, he was delighted to see that she was dressed in a
black skirt and a sleeveless red top which looked almost scandalously
sexual for a young girl who otherwise looked so innocent.

   "I was glad to hear from you," he told her as they got in the car and he
drove off towards the church.

   She turned to face him, her expression surprisingly serious.  "I
couldn't help it," she said.  "I got so excited by what we did earlier,
I've been on fire."

   He suddenly noticed how heavily the girl was breathing.  "You okay?"

   "Yes," she assured him, "just desperate for you..."

   Jim drove faster.  "What do you have in mind?" he asked coyly, not
really expecting an answer.

   "I want you to see me tonight," she answered.  "I'm ready for you to see
me."

   His heart fluttered, like it might have as a teenager at the prospect of
seeing this sixteen year-old exposed before his eyes.  He drove even
faster. When they got to the church, he let them in, and before he could do
or say anything further, she grabbed him by the hand and took him into the
sanctuary.

   "Sit down," she told him, and he simply obeyed.  Without any flourishes,
she lifted her top off over her head, and then stood before him in her bra,
as if awaiting his verdict.  But then, suddenly, before he could finally
get out the words to tell her how pretty she was, she reached behind
herself and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to her feet.

   "Oh god, you're beautiful, he gushed, pulling her to him and taking one
perfect little breast into his mouth.  Her breasts were smooth and
well-shaped, but small enough that he could practically swallow one.  He
massaged her tit with his lips while his tongue played with her brown
nipple inside her mouth.

   She screamed with pleasure.  "Oh, Jim, oh, god, Jim..."

   After too short a time she pushed herself off him.  "Wait, wait, wait,"
she insisted.  "There's more." And with an equal lack of ceremony, she
stepped out of her black skirt, now before his eyes in nothing but simple
black panties, black socks, and a pair of black heels.

   Jim's heart was pounding, his breath heavy.  This was it, the moment. 
She reached down and peeled her panties down, stepping out of them one leg
at a time.  And then she was all in view.  Naked expect for her black high
heels.  Her pussy was incredible.  Her lips so tender looking.  Simple,
light tufts of hair visible above.  So soft and clean...

   He wanted to taste her, but he thought that might frighten her, so he
reached towards her, and carefully slid a finger inside.  They both watched
as he lubed her up.  "You're gorgeous," he said, sliding a second finger in
and finger-fucking her faster.

   "You really think so?" she asked, leaning forward onto him to try and
maintain balance.

   "Yes, and delicious too," he added.

   "Delicious?"

   He buried his two fingers in her deeply and flicked his thumb at her
clit.  He could feel her youthful inner walls growing tighter by the
moment. "Yes, delicious," he confirmed.

   She screamed as he got her clit again.  "You think I would taste good?"
she asked in confusion, humping down on his hand.

   He decided to show rather than tell.  He grabbed her hips and spun her
around laying her down on the pew.  While spreading her lips gently with
his left hand, he rubbed her clit very slowly with his right and bent down
over her.  "Delicious," he repeated.  And with that he arched his tongue
out like a spoon and dipped it into her steaming honey pot.

   "Holy fucking god!" she cried out when his tongue made contact with her
hot, sensitive flesh.  She repeated the cry when he turned his head and
slipped his tongue in even deeper.

   Her taste was sweeter than any other woman he'd ever tasted, but just as
spicy.  He decided to see what she tasted like in full flush.  He slipped
both hands under her ass and lifted her up into his face, burying himself
in her.  She threw her legs over his shoulder and squeezed her soft, silky
thighs in on his face.  When he started to rub he clit with the underside
of his tongue, she came instantly, but he did not relent.  He worked
harder, massaging her ass with more vigor, sucking on her clit while
tapping it rapidly with his strong tongue.

   Leah rocked against him as he ate her pussy, her juices flowing freely
over his face and down over their bodies.  With each thrust of her pelvis
toward him she barked her pleasure.  Jim found a way to hold her ass up
with one hand so he could slip the thumb of his other hand into her tight
little sixteen year-old cunt.

   She couldn't last long under this much attention, and she came again,
shaking all over and squeezing her thighs on his face so hard he thought
his cheeks might break.  When her climax had calmed, she forced him to his
back and scrambled for his pants.  When they were down to his ankles, he
looked in her eyes and saw intense hunger there.  He closed his eyes in
anticipation, expecting her mouth to find his cock.

   He barely even thought about it when he felt he straddling him.  But
then he heard her whisper.  "All yours, my love."

   And he opened his eyes and craned his neck to look down.  And he saw her
lowering her sopping little pussy down onto his erection.  His eyes were
wide.  He hadn't expected this.

   They both shouted out when the moment came.  Jim couldn't believe the
sensation of this sixteen year old's cunt peeling around his cock.  The
feeling of being engulfed by her searing hot, tight walls.  And then she
started to bounce up and down on him.  The movement was awkward, but in its
clumsy innocence was its perfection.

   He reached up and pulled her mouth down to his.  Their kiss was deep,
her tongue's probing the warm depth of his mouth mimicking his cock's
action inside her.  Their flesh slapped for only a few minutes before she
began to tire from the unaccustomed work, so Jim arched his back to hold
her up over him and took over the lead.  He thrust up into her, lowered
himself almost out, and then up again.  Up and down.  Up and down.  Up and
down.

   "I'm not going to last long," he admitted between kisses.  "I've never
felt anything like you before."

   "Do you have a condom?" she asked, kissing his face, biting at his
cheeks.

   "No," he was ashamed to admit.

   She scrambled off him, got down close to his cock and beat him off,
fast. Despite his being lubed up from her pussy, the friction of her hand
flying up and down dried him off quickly, so she drooled constantly down
onto him.

   "Cum, baby, cum, for me, cum," she begged, her face right over his tool.
"Please, baby, cum."

   Jim didn't want to disappoint her.  He stopped holding back and just it
go.  He exploded, blowing his white sticky load all over her face.  He had
built up a lot of cum.  It went all over -- her cheeks, her eyes, her
bangs. She wouldn't stop stroking him and he wanted to tell her that it was
useless, that he needed at least a little recover time -- but somehow she
found a little more to milk out, and she took his last two shots right in
her wide open eyes.

   She crawled up his body, kissing him madly with her cum-covered face and
clawing at his cheeks and necks.  "I love you, Jim," she whispered.  "I
love you, and I'm yours."

   Jim grabbed her by the hair, lifted her face off his and started to
clean her up with his tongue.  "I love you, too," he said rolling over into
an embrace as he continued to suck the cum off her face.

   "Can we cuddle before you take me home to my parents?"

   "Of course we can," Jim laughed, holding her tightly.

   And, sweaty, covered in residue of their love, she in nothing but high
heels, he with only his pants and boxers pulled down to his ankles, they
drifted up to sleep in an embrace on the pew.

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