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Chapter 2: Preacher's Daughter The story you are about to read is true. All events and behavior are faithful accounts of past occurrences, although names have been altered to protect my ass and keep me out of court. Writer's license and humble discretion have been utilized where and when I felt it necessary to avoid embarrassment or legal action. * * * * * Susie, my girlfriend, lover, share mate and fiancé had proven to be as sexually liberated as I could possibly dream of. Our mutual virginal liberation in a classroom of our church released inhibitions neither of us realized we were suppressing. Because I now had transportation when required, we were able to consummate our reciprocal sexual insatiabilities repeatedly. More importantly than our copulation was the freedom we now had to communicate. Susie, being an avid reader of women's magazines, led me to the realization that sexual fantasies were not only common, but also normal and expected. It didn't take us long to share the information that we were both lustfully attracted to our best friends. What took time was deciding how to convert them to our broad-minded desires. Now that I had a car I could use there was no longer the desperate incentive to double date, which had drawn the four of us together previously. Surprisingly though little changed as we soon discovered that half the fun of our shared trysts was both the companionship and the voyeurism. The only noticeable difference our loss of virginity had triggered was that now both front and back seats were engaged in fornication. Dotty eventually challenged Susie about our gymnastics and admitted that she and Chuck had been surreptitiously watching us for the past few dates. Susie countered with the revelation that she and I had been doing the same thing previously. The girls then devised a conspiracy for the next weeks get together. Chuck and I were deeply into (no pun intended) our evening's explorations of our dates the following week when both girls suddenly had to urinate. We were far up on the East mesa and well above the luminescence of city lights. It was a very dark, moonless night so they slipped behind the car while Chuck and I waited impatiently with our mutually concealed throbbing erections. The girls slipped back into the car's obscure blackness and immediately impaled themselves on our impatiently waiting shafts. This was something so unexpected, because normally both couples hid from each other below the level of the seat back, that Chuck and I both almost lost our rigidity. Of course because we were young neither of us was long in recovering. Then almost simultaneously we realized something was not quite right. I heard Chuck's muffled 'Susie' just as I started to pull away from my crotch-mate but was silenced and held by a strong, deep kiss. Then Dotty trailed kisses down my cheek and whispered into my ear, "Shut up and enjoy. Susie and I know what we're doing so don't you mess things up. Besides, I want to feel you fuck me. Do you think you can do that? Fuck me! Push it deep up inside me so I can feel your desire." I couldn't have stopped then if I wanted to. I was hooked. I also was so horny I came almost immediately, but so did Chuck so I didn't feel too bad. Neither girl left the lap of her recent lover, but we all four sat up and talked for a few minutes. More correctly, Susie and Dotty talked while Chuck and I stuttered. "God, that was fantastic. Now I know what you've been enjoying up here", Susie giggled at Dotty. Then looking at me she asked, "Any problems? Do you feel cheated or cheated upon?" "Uh, no", I mumbled realizing that if I said yes it would sound like I felt Dotty was a gyp. "But what do we do now? Are you guys trying to tell Chuck and me that you want to change boyfriends?" I asked with more than a little bit of hurt in my voice. "Why, would you be terribly disappointed to have me as your girlfriend?" Dotty teased me. "Is Susie better than me?" Before I could choke on my own foot, Chuck finally found his voice and whined, "Dotty, I love you. I don't want anyone else. I thought we were going to get married?" Now it was Susie's turn to kid a bit. "Oh, so you didn't like me, huh?" "No! Yeah! I mean, you were great", Chuck blurted, "But I love Dotty!" Even though Dotty was still straddling my body above a horribly flaccid member she still was able to discuss the situation quite calmly. "Susie and I just wanted to see what you guys felt like. Is it really so different than if we had traded bights of food to discover how something different might taste? That's it! We just wanted to trade with each other to sample something different. Now that I have, I think I'll appreciate and love you even more than I ever have before Chuck." "Amen", Susie agreed. "I don't want to change anything, except how I feel. And the way I feel right now is closer than I've ever felt to any of you before." Than she climbed over into the back seat with me and said, "I love you! I love the feel of your body when we make love. I never want to love another man as long as I live." Then just as I was feeling stupidly secure, she continued, "But I also enjoyed the feeling of 'a little bit of strange'. Is that so terrible of me? Didn't you enjoy the feel of Dotty? Does that mean you have to have a lifetime commitment to her? Couldn't you occasionally have sex with her just because you're friends and enjoy the experience of each other? Chuck and I looked at each other and shrugged. Neither of us knew how to handle these two emotionally mature (of course we didn't recognize that analysis right then) women who both of us loved. I tentatively mumbled, "It was kind of fun". "What? I couldn't hear you," Dotty barked. "It was kind of fun," I said louder. Both girls beamed so brightly I thought the dome light had come on. And that was the beginning of our period of sexual freedom, carnal experimentation and free love. Each of us was destined to attend different colleges so we now felt free to date and do whatever we pleased with the knowledge that we would have secure relationships awaiting us upon graduation. I met and dated a young lady from the music department at UNM and through her began attending another church. Understand I'm not necessarily so religiously inclined that I must attend a church. My basic religion has always been sex. I do maintain though that there's no place sexier than a church. Where else can one find so many women, many of whom are quite sexually deprived, dressed up in skirts, hose and heels Soon after I started to attend services at this new and different denomination I met another young lady whose company I thoroughly enjoyed. We had many similar interests and attitudes. We both sang in the Youth Choir, both enjoyed the same type of church sponsored extracurricular activities and both hated sports. Though both of us were a bit shy when confronted with one-on-one relationships we were still notorious cut-ups when in a group. Many times while our peers were engaged in some type of activity that the two of us found uninviting (volleyball, ping pong, etc.), we would drift off together to walk and talk ... and scheme. Both of us had a reputation for causing and enjoying good clean fun. We were particularly fond of causing that fun in league with our church environment. Often as our group met for youth fellowship either or both of us would have a joke, cartoon or humorous comment to share. We were also infamous for our choir loft behavior (or misbehavior). As I said before, there's no place sexier than a church and within that environment there's no better hunting grounds than the youth groups. Everybody in these groups is young, horny and assumed ‘trustworthy’. He! He! He! The front of the main chapel in our church featured a raised stage with a lectern on each side. From the audience point of view the left podium was for the Assistant Pastor and the right podium was for the Minister. The two-step high preacher's dais was a carpeted stage about twenty feet wide and eight feet deep. Behind this platform rose a white wall about ten feet tall, above which the choir was assembled in a raised gallery. Even though the church had a balcony, no one in the audience could see more of the seated choir than the uppermost parts of our bodies. Carolyn and I had been known to quietly pass choir books down the row; opened to pre-selected pages with paper clipped notes, which read "BETWEEN THE SHEETS". Many church hymns with those particular words added to the title, become quite risqué. Think of "He Leadeth Me", "He Is Risen", "My Savior Cometh", "The Beautiful Garden Of Prayer" or even "Onward Christian Soldiers". Because only our head and shoulders could be seen Carolyn and I were always trying to elicit a reaction from one of the other choir members visible to the general congregation. We would try to find the most outlandish titles possible in the hopes of at least bringing a grin to someone's face if not actually causing them to conspicuously giggle. If the hymnal titles trick didn't work, on occasion we might quietly pass a piece of tightly wadded underclothing from hand to hand down the rows of pious teenage singers. Inevitably someone would have to uncrumple the bundle to see what it was. Surprisingly no one ever tattled though, perhaps at least partly because nobody wished to antagonize Carolyn, since she was the minister's daughter. One time Carolyn, having failed to shake the troops up with anything else, pulled a bra from under her choir robe and sent it to me by hand-to-hand express. I'm quite sure her idea was to turn my face scarlet but I saw the garment coming. Thinking fast, I autographed it, handed the pen and bra to the bass sitting next to me and indicated with quiet gestures that he should sign it and send it back to the soprano section. By the time she got her underclothing back, it was quite covered with names and short irreverent messages. The youth choir was choking on their suppressed giggles and most were fighting hard to display a stoic face to the congregation. Though we were both the type of people who touch each other as they communicate, nothing of an intimate or sexual nature had ever developed between us. We could hold hands (to assist in climbing for instance), hug at times when we came together after an absence and even bus each other's cheek with a platonic kiss when friendship allowed such a display. We had even double dated on a couple of occasions. All this changed one evening when Carolyn was asked to lock up the church building after Sunday evening activities. Her minister father had an appointment across town and needed to leave early. Having overheard this exchange I offered her a ride home after she was through securing the building. Though I really had other plans, we were much too good friends for me to do otherwise. The pastor thanked me profusely and told me how much he appreciated a thoughtful young man such as myself. We ascertained that everyone had vacated the structure. We went from room to room turning out lights errantly left burning. Carolyn started at the top of the building and I began in the deepest nether regions of the basement. The church, being a fairly large building, had a sanctuary that could seat almost a thousand people. Classrooms dominated the second floor behind the balcony while the main floor contained offices under the choir loft and around the vestibule that filled the space below the balcony. The basement, where I started checking for forgotten lights, had at least thirty small rooms, a large recreational hall and a small chapel for times when the upstairs theatre was not intimate enough. Because the upstairs, large as it was, had fewer rooms to check than the basement I was still peeking into rooms when Carolyn came downstairs. Thinking to startle me, she slipped into the small chapel, turned on the reading lamp on the podium and darkened the rest of the room. She then slipped behind some drapes that bracketed the entrance door. Having finished with all the many small rooms, I secured the kitchen area, turned out the last of the lights in the recreation hall and proceeded to the small chapel. As I entered, the doors closed automatically behind me. Seeing that there was a very small light up front (the reading lamp) I flipped on the overhead fixtures and plodded down the aisle. No sooner had I turned off the offending little lamp than Carolyn flipped the overhead fixtures off. I froze momentarily, then attempted to find some illumination to guide on. I thought perhaps some glow might filter through from under the entry doors. I had forgotten that I had already turned out the hall fixtures. Because the chapel was "darker than a hundred midnight's down in a cypress swamp" (to plagiarize James Weldon Johnson) I slowly turned, hoping to locate the reading light I had just extinguished. Instead my heel slipped over the edge of the steps leading up to the pulpits (this church's architect had a thing for raised daises) and I fell backward into the aisle between the first row of pews. The next thing I remember Carolyn was worriedly bending her pretty blonde head over me and asking if I was all right. I believe my exact answer was "Not only no, but shit no!" At the blasphemy in the chapel her blue eyes sparkled and she quickly giggled with the mirth of a youngster doing something forbidden. "If you can still remember to swear, you'll be all right,” she declared. She then wrapped her arms around me and apologized for causing me pain. I in turn hugged her back and professed that I'd live. We sat there, on the hard, carpeted aisle, and held each other for much longer than was necessary for simple comfort. Finally she snuggled her lips against my face and whispered into my ear, "This feels pretty good!" Since I agreed whole heartedly, I slowly kissed her cheek from earlobe to lips. When our mouths met we began a too long postponed desperate kiss. Her tongue slipped between my lips and I returned the favor by trying to extract her tonsils with the tip of my own tongue. Cuddling her from my still scrunched position placed her breast between my arm and rib cage. I gently squeezed and then whispered, "Anyone ever tell you you've got nice boobs?" Maliciously biting my tongue she whispered back, "Only every boy I've ever dated." "Ow," I howled. Then I sarcastically asked, "Oh, you let every one of them feel you up, huh? Hey, how come we're whispering?" "Because we're in the house of worship and the damn place echoes!" she giggled. And who I've let play with my body is my business, Mr. Nosy Smartass! We began to date after that night, much to her parent's displeasure. They didn't necessarily have anything against me, but since I was a year older than Carolyn (and a college man) they may have been worried for her innocence. Actually, we never really had time to do anything because everytime we went to a drive-in movie her dad would check the show times and Carolyn's curfew would be just a few minutes after the end of the picture show. If we were destined for some other function, he always made sure we were part of a group. I sometimes suspected he didn't trust me. Truly they need not have worried as much as they did. Carolyn and I were such good friends we never did more than neck, though occasionally I would pet her soft breasts through her clothing as we sat in a drive-in movie. These drive-in theaters were really a bit public for my taste. People were always walking by on their way to the snack bar or restrooms and if your windows were fogged over you could expect a knock on the glass. If you parked behind the concession stand, to avoid the walk-bys, the drive-in's rent-a-fuzz would stroll by every few minutes and each of those dedicated denizens of the law carried a flashlight. So the small chapel at the church served nicely for our trysting ground but we were always afraid to get too involved for fear someone (her dad maybe?) might come back into the church and catch us. We were quite careful to present an attitude of studious, devout study. One weekend a church in Santa Fe asked Carolyn's dad to fill in for their ill pastor. This gave Carolyn and I a chance to explore each other's bodies more thoroughly than usual, as we knew he would not be back until very late Sunday evening. We had also discovered that her mother possessed no keys to the church building. A sensible policy her father had initiated to prevent his wife from being rousted out to open the building for every TOM, with a DICK that was big AND HARRY (as we used to say). Things went splendidly. I managed to strip my preacher's prize child of her blouse and bra. Then she reclined in the corner of one of the front pews while I investigated all the true magnificence of her nicely endowed chest. Her breasts were supremely proportioned with full, perfectly round areolas and the swelling erections at their tips were rock hard buds. When fully ripe, as they had now become from my attentions to them, they had to be more than half an inch in diameter. When I closed my lips around these wonderful protuberances and nursed them I discovered they were as hard as solid bone. Carolyn couldn't receive enough of this new rapture with her naked mammaries. She laid her head back and moaned loudly with each inducement from my suckling mouth. Soon she was very quietly panting "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Since I was kneeling beside the pew on the floor, my hand just naturally slithered to the nylon surface of her knee. I rubbed my fingers over her stocking thigh until I reached the bare skin between the top of her hose and the bottom of her girdle. As soon as I began to stroke this creamy soft white altar she clamped her knees together trapping my hand. I could no longer move my fingers up and down her thigh so I reached out with my index digit and began to stroke the crotch of her panties. Carolyn vented her own blasphemy into the chapel air, "OH YES! SHIT! OH GOD, that feels good!" Then she moved her lovely legs apart and I slipped my fingers inside the band of her smooth, soft baby blue panties. As I moved my finger up, down and side to side within her depths she leaned forward, pulled my head to her lips and kissed me clear to the back of my throat. I continued to finger fuck her with one hand while my other hand began a rhythmic kneading of her soft firm breasts. Calling upon the stamina of youth we continued our manipulations for over an hour. Only when we both realized we had been at the church way too long and her mother might become worried (or curious) did we cease our enjoyable interlude. I took Carolyn home and then drove to my own home playing with my throbbing, ungratified erection all the way. The next evening Carolyn informed me, that she had told her mother we had stopped at the Nob Hill Orange Julius for a drink after church and got to talking. She still caught Holy Hell for staying out too late on a school night. And, her father repeated the same sermon in the morning with much more gusto and overlong lectures. We vowed to be more careful in the future though we were able to enjoy new, additional, more exciting actions on our dates now. That future was not too long in coming. Just a few weekends after our explorations in the private chapel, her father went out of town to a church convention in Dallas. Not only would he not be a threat for three whole days, but his wife went with him. This left only Carolyn's little sister at home and, since she was also dating, meant no one would be aware of our hours. We felt it would be pushing our luck to go to her house, as little sister just might come home early from a date and catch us in a compromising position. But we figured the church was a logical and now guaranteed private place for our assignations. Friday afternoon I helped drive the good Reverend and his wife to the airport. As soon as they were safely away, Carolyn and I grabbed a couple of shakes and cheeseburgers and headed for the church. Our disappointment at finding the Boy Scouts in the building preparing for a weekend excursion was, to say the least, intense. We wandered around after the boys and the Scout Master while they packed their gear, then for the second time in one day waved goodbye as someone departed. Now we had the whole church to ourselves without anyone likely to interrupt us. Perhaps because of the forced wait or maybe just because we were horny youth we were both so hot by the time we got to the chapel we felt in actual pain. Just to be on the safe side I wrapped a short length of chain, which I had purchased specifically for the purpose, around the panic bars of the chapel doors. This night we both got totally naked. I nursed Carolyn's nipples to their usual randy rigidity while I fingered her unmercifully. Eventually she reached out and took my throbbing tool between her fingers. As she stroked the length of my shaft I just knew I was going to explode. I warned her of my impending eruption and she said she wanted to watch. For years she and her girl friends had talked about how a man ejaculates, but almost none of them had actually witnessed this all-consuming event. Without further encouragement I expelled a large missile of sticky white cum into her hand, up her arm and onto her stomach. She wiped the residue from her hand and arm then ran a finger through the mess on her abdomen. Scooping a bit of my cum onto the tip of her finger she touched it to her tongue. "Ugh, kind of salty," was her only comment. I kept waiting for either more remarks or actions but that was all she said or did, though I was a bit more experienced than my preacher's dear daughter. I didn't know what to suggest she do with the mess, or, for that matter, how to do anything with it. So, I used my shorts to clean the rest of the spume from her body. We went back to our fondling of each other and before long she was pleasurably moaning. She was stretched full length on the pew and would raise her hips from the hard wood and squirm against my intruding fingers as her excitement mounted. When I kissed the insides of her thighs she screamed her enjoyment so loud I was afraid the sound might carry clear to the outside of the church. I started licking the juices flowing from her and as I lapped her clit she stuffed a hand into her mouth to keep from shouting her happiness at the top of her lungs. Having heard her sing many times I could testify that she did have powerful lungs. I used my tongue to thoroughly replace the juices trickling from her tight little crack with my own mouth waters. When I began to stroke her mons, from the point closest to her tight little asshole up to her clit over and over, she practically fell off the pew she was arching her back so high. My attack upon the hard bud of her clitoris was almost anticlimactic. All she did was pass out momentarily as she climaxed. In order to reach her better I had slowly been climbing onto the wooden bench and was now kneeling between her wide spread legs. I'm not sure I was really planning anything. Then again I'm not sure I wasn't. I just seemed to require ever closer and closer contact as we stimulated each other. I also needed to be higher to follow her rising crotch as she was lifting her hips. When I reached a position with my knees between her broadly opened thighs she made no protest as I rubbed my bloated shaft against her dripping slit. I put my lance into the palm of the hand with which I had been fingering her dripping wet hole. For several minutes I rubbed the tip of my erection through the wetness between her lips and used its bulb to massage her clit. She was so moist and ready that I had been stroking in and out of her for several seconds before she realized that I now had both hands kneading her gorgeous chest orbs. Startled she looked at me for a moment then pulled my lips to hers. While we kissed she began to buck faster and faster, while her legs pinioned me to her wanton crotch. My self-control evaporated immediately into the depths of her small, almost impenetrable pussy and I shot another large load of warm cum deep inside the hidden wonder of her tight passage. When we could breath again Carolyn cooed, "Fantastic! Can we do it again? I think I can get hooked on that." Smiling at her pleasure, I asked her, "Uh. I don't suppose you're on any kind of birth control, are you?" Her face turned a sickly shade of greenish white as she answered, "Oh God! No! Oh shit! Damn, you got me so excited I forgot all about getting pregnant." Then as the tears began to come she continued, "My parents will kill me. " Kissing her I calmed her down and introduced her to foam spermicide. Not only was she not familiar with such a product, she thought the only preventative for pregnancy was a rubber. A product she had heard of, but was totally ignorant of exact details. I gave her a quick lesson on various contraceptive methods, all of which her parents had failed to teach her about. Then I eagerly injected the creamy froth of the contraceptive deep into the same cavities I had so recently vacated. Now that she felt protected, Carolyn wanted more of the penetration she had just enjoyed. We screwed almost continuously for the next six hours. Only later did I consider the possibility that perhaps I was not actually the first male to penetrate the wonders of her depths. When I thought back, I realized she accepted my manhood awfully well for it to be a first time experience. Because of our lack of fear of interruption we didn't leave our private cubbyhole until after three in the morning. Fearing her little sister would make a fuss about her getting home at almost four in the morning, Carolyn and I walked the last half block to her house and snuck quietly in the back door. We needn't have bothered. Little sister was not home yet herself. We took advantage of her absence and made out for another hour. I slipped back to my car and was just getting ready to quietly coast away when I noticed another car across the street from where I had been parked. Because the windows on this car were completely fogged I suspected it wasn't there just because there were no parking spaces somewhere else. I couldn't see in, but the occupants couldn't see out either. The noises coming from within the car though left little doubt as to what was happening. I could hear rhythmic moans, cadenced panting and the vehicle was rocking slightly on its springs. Somehow I didn't suspect an earthquake had quietly shaken Albuquerque. Not bothering to be quite so quiet as I had been before, I hustled back to the house and brought Carolyn to the subject vehicle with me. She quickly identified it as her little sister's boyfriend's car. Being the evil pair that we had always been, we couldn't resist a bit of fun. I coasted my car up close to the boyfriend's auto and plugged my hand held spotlight into the cigarette lighter. "All right in there" I said in my most authoritative voice, "Open the door and come out with your hands up. NOW!" Of course much scrambling from the interior of the foggy windowed car followed this, so I continued "Open this door now, or I'll shoot the window out". Carolyn was cracking up. The door slowly opened and I immediately shone my spotlight in the kid's eyes. Two jaybird naked teenagers exited the vehicle with their hands trying to cover of much of their nudity as possible. "Put your hands on top of the car and spread your legs. Assume the position! NOW!" I barked at them. Both reluctantly complied and I, with the light still blinding them, said "My partner will now frisk you for weapons. Do not lower your hands or move in any way unless you want to get shot. This was ludicrous. There was no place, other than inside their bodies; either of them could have been hiding a weapon. Carolyn quickly caught on to what I was doing and ran her hands over lover boy’s shoulders, down his sides (purposely tickling a bit I suspect), up his legs until finally she gave his balls and dick a thorough inspection. Then she carefully relieved me of the spotlight so the kids wouldn't realize it had changed hands. I gave the same thorough scrutiny to her sister as Carolyn had given to the boyfriend. Little sister Cindi had just as fabulous body as her older sibling. HEREHERE When I slid my finger deep up into her tight little love hole I think she began to suspect something wasn't right about the situation. On the other hand she was still hoping to avoid being dragged downtown and subsequently turned over to her parents. To avoid such complications she evidently figured she could put up with a bit of improper search procedure. I nodded to Carolyn and she turned the light out. When their eyes adjusted to the dark again a momentary flash of anger offset the relief on the youngster's faces. Before they could get out of hand though, Carolyn very authoritatively ordered them both to get in the car and drive to her house. She then reached into their vehicle and confiscated their clothing. Giggling, we followed them up the driveway in my car. The scene in the kitchen was something I wish I could have filmed. Both Cindi and her boyfriend Eddy were sitting at the table totally naked. I had brought their clothing but before they could even ask for any, I tossed the garments out into the laundry room. Cindi wanted to at least put her panties on but Carolyn yelled at her to forget it. The poor little girl was so scared of what her big sister was going to do, or tell, that she complied without question. Of course Carolyn and I were cracking up because we realized that had the younger couple arrived just a bit earlier it could have been us caught instead of them. We had worked together too long though, to let our mirth show. Our faces were as stern and unforgiving as they really should have been. Of course Carolyn had years of watching her dad to know how to act like a domineering asshole. (Needless to say I didn't share that insight.) I wasn't too sure what big sister was up to at this point either, but I really didn't care. I was enjoying looking at Cindi too much to interrupt whatever Carolyn had in mind. "Just what did you think you were doing out there?" Carolyn demanded. Eddy started to answer but was cut off with a gruff, "No one asked you!" Cindi hung her head and mumbled something to quietly for anyone to hear. Carolyn was not going to let her get away that easily. She demanded that her sister speak loudly enough for us all to hear what she had to say. Glaring at Carolyn, Cindi stated, "We were making love".