20
Church on Sunday was fun.
As I rolled in, just before the service started, I saw Christine chatting with various parishioners, smiling that beaming smile, a smile that could light up a dark room.
I had last seen that smile a couple days before, streaked with my cum after I had just introduced her to the joys of masturbation, but today she was the good Christian church girl. The Pastor's daughter. I smiled. I was the only one in the room who knew how lusty she actually was, and how, despite doing her best to save her virginity for marriage, she had been routinely quenching her carnal urges by sucking my cock and swallowing, or wearing, my cum.
It was still tough to believe how much of an erotic buzz this girl got from my orgasm. I think it was safe to say she had a fetish. I envied the man who she eventually settled down with, the one who would get to experience her completely free from inhibition. The one who would get to be inside her.
Fuck, I wanted to be inside her. But we had rules.
Her ensemble today was the usual mix of conflicting styles, a big sweater on top, and a short, pleated skirt on the bottom. I felt my cock twitch. The skirt was tasteful, but it still showed off her long legs, legs I got to see spread wide the other night. Legs I desperately wanted to be between. I snapped out of my daydream and saw that Christine had caught me ogling. All she did was smile, and give her hips a quick shimmy, discreetly flipping her skirt up to flash me just a touch more leg.
Oh boy, I could not wait for this church service to be over.
It was a tough one to sit through, not because of any of the content, but because I couldn't look at Christine's dad up on the pulpit without thinking about the naughtiness I had engaged in with his daughter, at his house, just two nights before. Casting my eyes over toward Christine, I watched her lips move in prayer, and couldn't think about anything other than those lips on my cock. I had a feeling they were going to be on my cock again shortly, and the thought made me hard as a rock.
The service ended and I had to struggle through at least a little bit of conversation with members of the congregation so as to not seem impolite by booking it for the door. Besides, Brian was back in attendance with my step mom Kelly, and I hadn't had a chance to speak to him since they'd gotten back together. They both seemed happy, so I was happy.
I smiled and nodded my way through some small talk when my eyes caught Christine. She had just excused herself from a conversation when our eyes locked, and she gave me a "let's go" head flick, followed by a smile much too devilish for the walls of a church. My cock lurched, and just as I was about to excuse myself, Steph's mom and dad, Sandy and Don, joined the conversation and grabbed my attention.
"Hey Tim," Don said brightly, "got a question for you--would you mind house sitting for us this week?" It was not what I was expecting him to say, but I was intrigued. "Sandy and I are gonna be out of town, and Steph's away at school, so we need someone to, you know, feed the cat, water the plants, that kind of stuff."
"Yeah, and you're welcome to any food, or to stay over at night if you need a place to yourself!" Sandy chimed in. Her large breasts jiggled beneath her blouse in a hypnotic manner as she gestured with her hands. The thought of what sort of hedonistic swingers' getaway they were headed to crossed my mind, but was quickly replaced with the thought of how clandestine Christine and I had been required to be, the potential of having a whole apartment to myself, and what kind of fun we could get up to.
I accepted immediately. They thanked me, told me they'd leave instructions on the table, and after a couple handshakes and a hug and a kiss for Kelly, I was out the door headed to my car.
I wasn't surprised to see Christine waiting there for me.
No words needed to be said. I could tell she was stifling a smile as she casually rested her butt against the hood of my car. Her eyes were full of excitement. Full of lust. Her tongue snaked out and rolled over her bottom lip.
"Wanna go for a ride?" I said, not able to deny my own knowing smirk.
"I thought you'd never ask," she said, no longer able to contain the big smile that beamed out from her face.
We both slipped into the car and drove off like we did almost every Sunday, except this time there were no milkshakes or french fries to be found, at least not yet. This time we were looking for one thing: privacy, so I drove directly to The Spot.
It only took a moment after parking and shutting off the car for Christine's lips to be on mine, and only a moment more after that for her to straddle my hips and start grinding her clit into my hard cock. Her skirt bunched up around her hips as her legs splayed themselves out over mine; there was only a thin layer of fabric from her panties preventing me from feeling her wet pussy rubbing on me.
Our lips mashed together as she ground away on my pants-covered hardness, and I was determined to get as much as I could out of our "neck up only" rule. My hands were on her face, on her neck, in her hair, and with a gentle-but-firm tug of her long, brown strands she gasped and tipped her head back, exposing the sweet flesh of her long neck to me. I took a moment to marvel at the sexiness of her slight submission, and then dove in, kissing, licking, sucking, and stroking her sweet neck like I would have her pussy. Her breathing increased, as did her moans, and I felt a vibration shoot through her body as I loved on her neck.
When I released her hair, she pushed me back, and dove back onto my lips with hers, ferociously. In the heat of the moment, her tongue in my mouth, her pussy grinding on my hard cock, I forgot myself, forgot the rules, and my hands slid down Christine's body, grabbed both lovely cheeks of her ass, and pulled her harder into me.
The kiss stopped immediately, and all at once I knew I had fucked up. Without saying a word, Christine dismounted my lap, and slumped back against the passenger side door, both of our breaths still coming hot and heavy. Her skirt was barely covering her darkened, blue panties, and her hair was in shambles, one hand pushing up to swipe the locks that had cascaded across one eye. It was sexy.
"I'm sorry," I wheezed, through labored breaths, "I shouldn't have, I know. I just got...carried away."
"It's ok," she said, through similar respiratory labor, the smirk on her face telling me she felt the same way. "Maybe we just need to...dial it back a bit."
I nodded in disappointment. I blew it, and now Christine wanted to put the breaks on this whole experiment. It made sense, I didn't want to be the reason she couldn't--
"But," she said, clearly registering the disappointment on my face, "that doesn't mean we can't still...enjoy each other..."
I hadn't registered it at first, as I was too taken by the lust returning to her eyes, but one of Christine's hands had made their way down between her legs, and was slowly rubbing her pussy through her drenched panties.
"No, I don't think so at all," I practically whispered, my own hand beginning to rub the hard arousal screaming to be let out of my own pants.
Christine's legs butterflied open as she moaned in approval, giving me a direct view of the hand rubbing over her wet panties.
I continued rubbing myself through my pants as I watched the pastor's daughter pleasure herself. Deep smokey moans would jump out of her throat, and her eyes would close momentarily, but they'd always open back up and look directly at the bulge between my legs.
"Take it out," she said through a sexy rasp, "I want to see it...please." Not being one to want to disappoint a horny girl in need, I began to unbutton my pants, but as I opened my fly I stopped.
