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Burning the Church
by LeAnna
kalika@main.provost.msu.edu
I hadn't been to church in years, and I returned now only 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.
"Naw. 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?"
"Naw, 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. Specially 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.
"Ohh, 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.
The author would like to receive comments on this story. Criticism is
welcome *but not that from strict Christians! :)
kalika@main.provost.msu.edu
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Burning the Church
by LeAnna
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