Archive-name: Places/bestchrc.txt
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Archive-title: Best Church for Sex


	When I was a Jr. in High School, I finally got a date with a girl
that I had been after for quite awhile, M.  M was a Senior, a little
shorter than my 5'9", and had perhaps the largest breast of any girl
I'd dated before her, or have since.  They were marvelous -- very perky
breasts that, in profile, reminded me of ski jumps...

	On our second date, we went to an Italian restaurant hidden in
a nearby small town, definitely not thie kind of place you'd look for
good food in Indiana.  But, it came recommended from a friend of ours,
so we stopped there and asked for a table.  Being that it was a Friday night,
we had to wait around 30 minutes for one of the ten or eleven tables to open 
up - we hadn't thought of reservations.  So, we walked through the
retail district, window shopping at some crafts stores, etc.,  At least,
she was window shopping.  I, on the other hand, was walking on the side
of her closest to the street, and whenever we stopped in front of a 
store, the light from inside passed through her white silk blouse,
silhouetting her beoutiful breasts.  I could see the outline of her
nipples and the surrounding area of raised aureola.  To say the least,
I was excited.  Luckily, my loose pants concealed my stiffening
member.

	Eventually, we had to return to the restaurant, much to my
disappointment.  We sat at the only table near the front window, where
we could watch the passerby on the street and the people in the restaurant.
(We had, on our first date, already spent a considerable amount of time
people watching -- trying to decide how strangers were feeling based on their
actions.  It was a lot of fun for us.)
	The antipasta arrived, and we ordered some small main courses.
The evening was certainly off to a pleasant start.  Then, in the middle
of our conversation, I felt a very pleasant, distinct touch on my leg.
Looking down, I saw her bare foot sliding up and down my right calf.
Just this touch was so sensual as to cause me to become extremely
aroused.  I look across the table into her eyes, and tried to say "Wow-
thanks" without using words.  She must have heard me, because her foot
left my leg to concentrate on the bulge between my thighs.  Then, she
said, "I hope you weren't planning on ordering any dessert.....here."
I nearly lost it right then -- how much could a high schooler take?
But, somehow, I managed to utter something clever that pleased her,
and our plans were sealed.  
	The rest of the meal passed in a blur.  The next thing I knew
we were walking through this town with aour arms around each other,
and I didn't know where we might be going.  Now, she lived only
about 5 minutes from here.  In fact, the church that she had gone to with
her parents was only 2 blocks from the restaurant that we ate in.
(BTW: No, she was no holy-roller.  She told me she hated church, but 
went because she feared her dad, and he told her to go.)
Eventually, we did come to the church, and she led me up the walkway
to it, much to my surprise.  "What are we doing here?" I asked.
"Getting ready for dessert," was her reply.  By this time she was
openning the door, which I later learned she knew was always left
unlocked.  We walked into the sanctuary, and I turned her into me,
holding her in my arms.  We kissed, and her mouth seemed to be on
fire, it was so arousingly hot.  My hands found her breasts through
her blouse, and she responded by grinding her pelvis firmly against
my groin.  Encouraged, I undid one button after the other of her
blouse.  When my hand returned to her breast, I found the softest,
smoothest sking imaginable.  Her breast was full and heavy, and her
nipple was stiff and attentive.  I thumbed at her nipple and rubbed
her aureola slowly, causing her to cry out.  Since our kiss was
finally broken anyway, I lowered my mouth to her neck, kissing at first
near her ear, then down to her collarbone.  Sensing what was coming, she
fastened her hands to the back of my head and urged me downward.  Not
being ine to resist, I began kissing first the upper slopes of her
breasts, and then sucking on her right nipple while massagin her left.
She arched forward, forcing as much of her breast as possible into my
mouth, which I sucked on vigourously.  She responded by removing her hands
from my head and instead undoing her slacks.  Now, this wasn't the
first time I'd done this sort of thing, but it sure seemed like it.
I'd never been so excited in my entire life.  When her slacks fell away,
revealing the tops of her white stockings and her pink underpants, I
nearly had an orgasm in my pants.  My erection seemed to vibrate with
a sort of electric charge.  Noticing my tension, her hands moved to my
pants, stroking the outline of my bulge.  "Please," I whispered.
Needing no further invitation, she opened the snap on my pants, and
her lovely hands entered the sanctuary of my manhood.  Sliding away
my underwear, she gripped my shaft tenderly yet firmly, stroking
me.  I nearly cried out, the feeling was so great.  She then did
something that astounded me.  She lowered herself to her knees.  
Thinking that we were laying down, I began to follow suit, but
she stopped me.  Slowly, she took my penis into her hot mouth,
pumping the base of my shaft with her hand while her tongue 
played over the head and shaft.  She applied a powerful suction,
and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to keep standing up no
matter how much I tried.  She finally release me just as I was 
nearing a real build-up, and motioned for me to join her on the
church's rug.  Happily, I complied.  
	Sitting next to her, I kissed her passionately, tasting a 
trace of my perspiration in her mouth.  My hands wandered over her
chest and groin, finding the wet spot on her panties that encouraged
me to further action.  Putting an arm around her shoulders, I
lowered her to the carpet.  Our eys locked, and she seemd to be urging
me to take her immediately.  However, I had a payback in mind for
her wonderful head job.  I removed her panties, sliding them down her 
smooth legs, and I was completely taken aback by the beauty of her
pubic mound.  Her sparse dark hair covered her lips enough for them
to remain mysterious, yet revealed them sufficiently that they 
could teast me by being covered with a thin sheen of her love
juices.  It was a matter of enormous self-control for me not to
mount her immediately.  Pushing on her upper thighs while massaging
them, I spread her legs, revealing more of her swollen lips.  I
could barely spot the tiny bulge of her clit, peeking from behind
her lips.  I began kissing her thighs, working my way up, when she asked
"What are you going to do?"  "Eat my dessert," was my reply.  She
gasped and said, "You want to?"  I answered by planting a soft kiss 
at the apex of her thighs.  Immediately, she began squirming, asm my
lips found hers, and my tongue massaged her clitoris.  She was bucking and 
moaning, and to keep her still, I scooped up her butt in my hands, and
held her to my mouth.  I was lapping at her vulva, and, when she seemed
as if she was 100% excited, I inserted my tongue into her vagina.
The dam broke, her fluids soaked my mouth and even got in my nose, but
I didn't mind.  The sound of her whining from deep inside her chest was
enough to keep me down there forever.  Eventually, she relaxed, and
so did I.  I sat up, looking at her on the floor, her breasts 
heaving as she tried to catch her breath.  She smiled at me in an
expression of pure happiness, and said "Oh, thanks!"  I just
chuckled and shrugged.
	She looked at me more seriously, and one of the hands that I 
had become acquainted with earlier found my member again.  Pulling,
she led it to her opening.  I lay on top of her, kissing her ears while
her thighs opened beneath me.  She hunched up, and with her hand 
guided me into her love canal.  She was so soft and wet that I felt as
if I had slipped into the most sensual orifice in the universe.  I
could feel her on every side of me as we slowly moved in and out.
Her breathing became ragged again, and she left more than one marj
on my chest from her love bites.  She began to speed up, and I stopped
restrainging myself to.  Together, our bodies worked faster and faster,
me probing the depths of her womanhood, and her massaging my tool 
toward an explosion.  At last, she began to orgasm, her muscles 
clenched around my penis, massaging it further.  She writhe underneath
me, clenchin at my back, her feet in the air.  She was groaning.
This was too much, I immediately began squirting a huge load into her
I was bucking and humping, and coming like never before.

	At last, it was done, and I slid out of her.  We lay there
for awhile, and then we began to slowly get dressed.

	She told me that when she went to church there two days later, 
there was still a slightly dark spot on the carpet near the entrance.
She told me that she had had to masturbate during church when she
saw that.  She said she had rubbed the corner of her bible against
her clitoris, through her dress.  Too bad, I didn't get to go to
church with her then, eh?

	She and I had more encounters than this one, but this one
truly defined our sexual relationship.  We tried many other oddball
locations, but none of them still have the same effect on my as just
seeing that church does. :)

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