Hi all, this is my first story, any comments or constructive criticism is welcome, thanks.
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Cummunion
“Put it away” Mary hissed at me as we sat at the back of the church.
I jokingly pointed it at her, enjoying the worried look that spread across her pretty brown eyes.
“I’m not kidding, put it away” This time her protest was less intense, and I decided to try my luck.
“You put it away” I said…
But I’m going too fast; let me go back – about 45 minutes.
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Mary and I arrived at church with her parents, Eddie and Elizabeth. Eddie and Elizabeth were both church elders and quite respected by the church bored, so they went and sat right at thefront, just under the nose of Pastor Anderson. I had only come along because Mary’s parents wanted us there, and since it made them happy I thought ‘why not’.
“Come on,” Mary said, “let’s go sit near the front.
I looked at her and it made me smile. She was 16, quiet short – about 4 foot 5 (or 135cm of that makes more sense to you) and built like a little china doll. Her straight brown hair went just passed her shoulder and she was keeping it behind her ears today with a black alice-band. For all you pervs out there you probably want to know about her breasts. They were nice, I would have preferred if They were bigger, but there they were, a bit less than a B cup. I’m not sure what her nipples were like, I still hadn’t seen them yet, but they showed some promise when she didn’t her little tank tops, just peaking out against the thin fabric.
“Aw come on, I jokingly protested, the back please,that way at least we can fall asleep without anyone seeing us.”
“Your terrible,” she said, but she smiled at me and took my hand, leading my to the seats at the back. When she took my hand it sent a shiver through me, I loved the feel of her small, soft fingers. I don’t think she had any idea but sometimes, when we went for a walk together, just the feeling of her hand in mine would make me hard.
We found a seat, right at the back. I was quiet happy because church was pretty quiet that day and we had the last row to ourselves. Most of the congregation was quite old and sat near the front so they could hear the quiet drone of Pastor Anderson.
The service began as usual; we opened in prayer, listened to a few readings, and sang a few songs. Then Pastor Anderson began his sermon. I wasn’t interested in what he was saying. At 16 I was too young to worry about dying, so heaven and hell held little interest for me.
After about 20 minutes I had completely switched off to what Pastor was saying, and my attention was focused solely on Mary. I started by looking at her forehead –perhaps you think that’s lame, but the truth was that Mary had exceptional skin, and her high forehead was as perfect as I could hope for. She had light brown eyes, lighter than the hair on her head, but only just, and the most beautiful brown eyes. Big, doe eyes. God I was in love. I was also getting hard. I looked at her cute button nose, slightly turned up. At her full pink lips, lips I had kissed on more than one occasion. We had kissed quite a few times, only a little tongue. Mary was shy and I was not in a rush. She turned to face me.
“Hey you, what you looking at?” She asked with a smile.
“You” I replied, and her cheeks turned the brightest red. Mary turned her attention back to the Pastor, but the smile had not left her face.
I had my hands in my lap, partly because it was comfortable but partly to cover my erection.
Mary was looking at the front, I thought she was listening to pastor, but then she went to put her hand in mine. If ever there was a case of bad timing, this was it. I had just lifted my hand, to scratch an itch on my face, and Mary’s hand landed square on my erection. She realized instantly what was going on, and quickly took her hand away.
“Sorry.” she said, a painful expression had replaced the smile that was their only a few moments before.
“It’s ok” I tried to reassure her, “just an accident.”
“Uhu” she didn’t even look at me. I could see she was upset and I decided to use humor to try and make her feel better. I lent across, and whispered in her ear.
“It’s the kind of accident I don’t mind, why don’t you make it again”
“What?” She was shocked, but I pressed on.
“Make it again.”
“No”
“Please, the only reason I’m hard is I was looking at you and thinking how beautiful you are. I’ve never had a girl touch me there”
She looked at me, a puzzled look on her face “Really?”
“Really” I said.
Mary turned to face the front, and I thought she had chickened out. The Pastor droned on for a few more minutes when I suddenly felt Mary’s hand fall softly on my leg. It stayed near the knee for a moment and then slowly made its way up. I was still hard, still feeling really good, and to tell the truth I could have beat of and come right there and then. Her small hand stopped, an inch below my erection, then Still staring straight at pastor Anderson Mary placed her hand softly over my erection. My erection jumped slightly under my pants,and Mary’s hand did the same, but without saying anything she put it back over my erection.
“What next” she asked still staring straight ahead.
I hadn’t thought this far, her hand on me was as far as I had gotten. “Squeeze it,” I said, “but not too hard” I quickly added. She did that, her little hand had found its way around the neck of my dick, and she began to squeeze and release, squeeze and release. I began to breathe harder, my heart beating so loud I was sure someone would hear, but everyone in front was looking straight ahead, as if Pastor Anderson’s speech was the most fascinating thing ever.
“When we go home, she said, I want to see it, properly” She said it like it was a fact, and I responded the only way I could think of, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” It was childish, I know, but she smiled and laughed when I said it.
“Iwant to show you now.” I don’t know why I said it, but it was the truth. I wanted to show her my erection. “You made me hard, because you’re so beautiful, and I want to show you”
“Not here”, she said and took her hand off my dick
I still don’t know why I did it, but I did. I took my left hand and pulled down the front of my pants, experiencing myself to Mary. She stared at it, her dough eyes even bigger then I thought possible.
“Put it away” Mary hissed at me as we sat at the back of the church.
I jokingly pointed it at her, enjoying the worried look that spread across her pretty brown eyes.
“I’m not kidding, put it away” This time her protest was less intense, and I decided to try my luck.
“You put it away” I said.
She looked at it, gently bit her lower lip, and then reached across and carefully took my dick in her small hand. “It’s so warm, smooth”
She began to move her hand again, squeeze and release, squeeze and release. It took less than a minute and I knew I was going to cum.
I didn’t know how Mary would react, but I knew I was going to come whether I liked it or not. I reached to the back of the seat in front of me, and grabbed one of the small glass communication cups; I put it over the end of my dick and came. The warm, salty white liquid rushed through my dick, and Mary felt it as she gently held my dick, the first squirt half filled the cup, and by the third squirt the little cup was full. Mary took the cup away but I was not finished, a fourth squirt left a streak of white across the chair in front. I lent forward so that I wouldn’t get any on my pants, and the last, smaller squirt, landed on the floor where it stood out against the dark brown carpet.
I was finished, and I had no idea what Mary was thinking. I looked at her, she was looking at the small glass communication cup, filled with my cum.
“Are you ok” I asked, anxious to know how she was feeling.
She put the cup back in it’s holder.
Then she leaned across to me, and when she whispered in my ear I know things would be ok.
“When we go home, it’s my turn.”
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