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   A Good Catholic Girl

   Missy felt guilty after losing her cherry to Brad.  After all, she had
been raised to be a good Catholic girl and was constantly reminded how
important it was to save herself for marriage, but Missy was only eighteen.
Her body didn't want to wait.

   Over the past year Brad had progressed from feeling up her tits to
fingering her pussy, while Missy went from innocently rubbing his cock to
making him cum with her hand.  Often Missy would lose control and want to
be filled with more than fingers but it was usually after Brad had already
cum all over her hand.

   Things got out of control one night.  Missy was stroking his cock when
Brad's fingers touched her pussy.  She fell back on the couch with her legs
spread so his fingers could go deeper.  Brad climbed on top to kiss her
keeping a finger in her cunt.  She wanted more.  Missy's hand guided his
cock to her juicy folds.

   The words "fuck me" were forced from her mouth by some primal force. 
She barely felt the pinch when his cock punched through her membrane and
buried itself deep in her cunt.  She screamed each time his cock bottomed
out inside her.  Brad barely cleared her pussy when his cock exploded and
shot a powerful stream of cum across her hard clit.

   Missy knew what they were doing was wrong, but after that night there
was no turning back.  She would repeatedly say "we shouldn't" and "no" as
their heavy petting progressed.  When she felt his cock slide into her
pussy she would go crazy screaming and bucking against him and yelling
"fuck me" over and over.

   At first Brad always pulled out and pumped cum all over her pussy and
thighs.  Being Catholic, birth control was out of the question.  Then Missy
"innocently" let it slip that her mother had her on the pill for
"regularity".  That night she screamed in orgasm as Brad pumped her pussy
full of cum.  She locked her legs around him and held him deep in her cunt,
shuddering each time her pussy twitched against him.

   Part of Missy wanted to be more experimental but her Catholic upbringing
held her back.  She had to show some effort to resist.  Sex with Brad was
always in the missionary position.  Missy finally convinced herself that
fucking Brad was more like telling a small white lie.  After all, she loved
him.  She could live with that.

   One day after cheerleading practice she overheard two girls who thought
they were alone talk about fucking boys in different positions.  One girl
described how her boyfriend licked her pussy and made her cum so hard she
almost passed out.  The other one said she loved the taste of cum and
sometimes let her boyfriend fuck her up the ass.  Missy knew these things
were really nasty but they excited her just the same.

   That night Missy lay in bed with fresh images of doing these nasty
things with Brad.  Her body responded in ways she couldn't control.  Her
nipples burned.  She could feel pussy juice running down the crack of her
ass.  Missy knew it was wrong to touch her own body in a sexual manner. 
Just like before she tried to resist, but it was futile.

   A hand trailed down her stomach and through the soft curls covering her
swollen mound.  Missy's fingertips found the juicy folds of her hot cunt.
She fingered her pussy the way Brad did only better because she knew all
the right places to touch.  Her other hand squeezed her breast and pinched
her hard nipple.  Two minutes later she arched her back and bit her lip to
stifle a scream as a powerful orgasm surged through her body.

   After several nights of finger fucking her pussy Missy was desperate for
the feel of a hard cock up her cunt.  This time she would take charge. 
Missy put on a sweatshirt with nothing underneath and invited Brad into her
basement.  She quickly straddled him.  They tongued kissed while she pulled
out his cock.  When it was good and hard she guided the tip to her dripping
pussy and lowered herself onto his hard meat.

   Missy pulled off the sweatshirt so her tits could bounce free as she
rode him.  She felt so nasty.  Words she had never uttered like cock,
pussy, cunt and cum spewed from her mouth.  She screamed with her first
orgasm but continued to ride him hard as he pulled on her tits.  She had
her second orgasm when she felt cum exploding into her cunt.

   Missy pulled Brad over on top of her with his cock still buried in her
cum-filled pussy.  She felt him grow back to hardness inside her.  Her
heels dug into his ass trying to pull him deeper into her cunt as he
repeatedly pounded her pussy.  Her fingers ripped the shirt from his back
on her next orgasm.

   She could feel his balls slap wetly against her ass.  Cum oozed down her
crack onto the couch below.  After another orgasm she pushed him off and
scrambled onto all fours.  He quickly mounted her from behind and slid his
cock between her creamy cheeks until it disappeared deep into her belly.

   Brad pounded her hard until her orgasms seemed to be one on top of
another.  He reached around to grab her tits and collapsed her onto the
couch.  His cock was pounding straight down into her pussy between her
upraised ass cheeks.  He felt his cock swell and let out a roar just as his
balls released a torrent of cum that flooded her cunt.

   After that night Missy became insatiable.  She and Brad would fuck
whenever they could find someplace to be alone.  When they realized they
could do it standing all they needed was about five minutes together. 
Missy often went through several pairs of panties a day, but made a point
of washing out cum stains before she got home.

   Missy made peace with the idea of fucking Brad.  After all, they loved
each other like husband and wife, so they really hadn't sinned.  They
hadn't crossed any of the forbidden lines of sodomy like oral or anal sex.
The bible didn't say anything about how often or what positions were
acceptable.  Still, deep down Missy knew something was missing.
   The second week of school she found out what it was.