The Good Girls

The Good Girls The Good Girls

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Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

An erotic short story about 2 church girls and a bad boy. First-time author.

Summary

An erotic short story about 2 church girls and a bad boy.
First-time author.

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Submitted: July 01, 2015

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Submitted: July 01, 2015

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It was the Sunday before Memorial Day, and I had just bought a blue Yamaha motorcycle on my 27th birthday--I was excited to ride around town on my rare day off from work. I've always been frugal to a fault, and would always scavenge for places with free or cheap food if I wasn't close enough to my home. Often that meant community dinners and church picnics. I wasn't a religious man by any means, and with the whole reputation of religious people, I tried to lay low. For the most part my church meetings were just shake hands, maybe introduce myself, and then back on my bike. On this particular Memorial Day Picnic, everyone was outside--I decided to join in and play the meet and greet card. Generally seeming like the bad boy rebel, the story was consistent--the younger girls, about 25 and under, drooled over me, while the older women judged me. As long as I was polite to the older women, they start to say how nice I am and generally grow fond of my kindness. I didn't really want to engage the younger girls, they are always too clingy. The one thing they all had in common is thinking I was decently handsome with baby blue eyes and dirty blonde hair with a bit of gel. I didn't have a six-pack but I exercised quite a bit. I was about 6'1” and 180 lbs. Honestly I just wanted food and fun and go back home to sleep; however that did not happen. I gorged myself on hot dogs and hamburgers among other things, and somehow got convinced to do the pie-eating contest. Most everything was awesome, but I was full and tired. I needed to find a place to rest. It was hot outside, so I went inside the air-conditioned church building. I found the first room with a couch and just laid down. I must have fallen asleep, as the next thing I heard was the door open--I felt the couch shake a little. I opened my eyes, and I couldn't believe my eyes; the Pastor's 19-year old daughter, Melissa, was sitting right beside me. "Shhh," she whispered. She started climbing on top of me from my feet. She was wearing a long pink skirt and a white tank top--one that was pretty modest I suppose. She had long curly dirty blonde hair and had a slender figure. She started kissing me softly on the lips, and then around the neck. "Are you sure we're ok to do this," I said. She replied, "Definitely, just be gentle and quiet, nobody knows we're in here." She continued kissing me and proceeded to take her hands to my jeans and unbuttoned them--I couldn't control my hand going up her thigh. Her hands groped my erect 6-inch cock, I took my shirt off, and she proceeded to kiss me down my chest until her mouth started sucking my cock and it felt amazing. My hand made its way to the snap on the back of her dress and it came off easily. I sat up while she continued sucking on my cock making it ever so hard. My hand went down her panties, and 2 fingers went inside her wet pussy, in out softly and gently. My other hand began taking off her panties. Her moans were soft and quiet, about the pitch of an alto in a music group. I wanted to see her tits so bad. She didn't have very big tits, they were pretty small, Like A-Cups I'm guessing. I lifted up her tanktop, and unsnapped her bra. Her nipples were bright pink. She laid back on her back and pulled my head toward hers. I started kissing her like she did to me, first down to her puffy nipples. I could sense them getting harder as I licked them, at the same time rubbing her thigh. I proceeded all the way down until I reached her pussy. I began eating out the salty taste of her vagina while groping her small breasts. I don't know if she had somewhat shaved her pussy or it hadn't grown in yet, but it tasted phenomenal, almost like peanuts. Her moans started to get a little louder. I ate her out for about 5 minutes when she sat up, and blue eyes locked with mine, and she said convincingly, "Please fuck me." I pushed her back on her back, stood up off the couch, and held her legs up. I took my cock, and rubbed it all around her vagina, and finally inserted it, and she let out a deep moan, almost like a sigh. I started going back and forth. I could tell she was enjoying it but it probably hurt a little too. "Harder," she said. I started going faster, and faster, and we both began panting heavily. I sat back down and she sat on my cock facing me. I continued to ram her pussy while we kissed each other. She started moving her pussy in circular motions and it felt amazing. I started ramming her harder and harder and finally ejaculated into her. "Fuck," I said. "No, no, don't worry," she said. "I'm on the pill." "So you've done this before?" I asked. "No," she replied. "But I was being cautious, you never know. Anyways, I should get back to the picnic, they're all probably wondering where I am. I'm glad you enjoyed me pie." She walked out, and I was tired, so I put my clothes back on, still sweaty. As I made my way outside, I could see Melissa's little sister, Abigail, watching me go back to my bike. Knowing full well I was in deep shit since now this girl would probably rat her sister and myself out, I hopped on my motorcycle and fled the scene, hoping to never be seen again.

 

I hopped on Facebook later that evening, and to my surprise, there was a friend request from Melissa. I felt very conflicted about this, I didn't want a relationship, especially considering the circumstances. we talked through message for a while, I avoided talking about how her sister saw me leaving the church. She consistently asked if she could come over--I avoided it time after time, but we did end up having sex one more time about a year and a half later. About 7 months after that, I got a knock on my door around 8pm--and I the horror that gripped me was overwhelming. There was Abigail, the younger sister, looking about the same, still in blue jeans, but wearing a gray tanktop and a semi-see-through blue shirt with a pink flower design over the tank top.
“Aren't you Melissa's sister?” I asked. “Yes,” she replied.
"How the hell did you know where I live?" I exclaimed. She pulled out her IPhone and showed me my Facebook profile-being the idiot I am I forgot to set my address to private.
“OK, so what are you doing here then?” I asked.
“Well, remember that day at church? I kind of know what happened, and ever since that day, I kind of wanted to try it. I mean, I am 18 now.” She said.
"Bullshit," I retorted. "You're just saying you're 18 to get me with you." "No, really, look, here's my license." Sure enough, she had turned 18. “Listen, sorry. Can I get you some coffee?” I offered. She obliged. "I need some time to think about this," I said. We had been talking so much, it was already 11pm. I was so confused, I would just at random yell at her for no reason, or at least reasons that made sense at the time. "You can't just come to someone's place uninvited, you know that, right?" I started. She just stayed quiet, sipping her coffee. She got up and walk around my living room for a while, just checking out my decorations. At one point, she started to sob a little. "Listen, I'm sorry Abigail," I said. "This just isn't something that happens to me every day, you know? I have to process this." She just nodded. That clock seemed like it was ticking faster than ever before. It was already 11:50 pm. I would think of everything to distract her, "you want anything to eat?" I asked. Probably not the best choice of words. She just shook her head no. I think she couldn't take it any more. I stared out my window, looking at the nearby houses and apartments, it seemed as though most lights were off. I noticed the reflection of the my clock in the window--it was 12:01am, and then I saw the reflection of Abigail approaching behind me. She grabbed me and spun me around, pinned me against the window, and started making out with me violently. I had no idea what to do now. I put my hands around her hips and switched positions, pinning her against the window now. She went right to work, and unbuttoned my jeans, got on her knees and started sucking my cock uncontrollably. At least I had the mind to put the blinds down. I took my shirt off while she deep-throated me, and then took her blue shirt off, and then she took off her tanktop as fast as she could, and then I unsnapped her bra, revealing those B-cup breasts. Abby had the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen before. They sloped at an angle, and the nipples were a dark red to purple color. I reached down and started fondling them as she gave me some of the best head I have ever received. You could tell she wasn't experienced as she began to choke a little bit, I had to tell her to slow down just a little bit. I took her up and quickly pinned her against the wood-paneled wall, making out with her again. She took my hand and shoved it down her jeans, and my fingers went into her wet pussy. I took my other hand to unbuckle her jeans, and proceeded to finger her for a few minutes while she groped my cock, which was about 6.5 inches at this point. Then she shoved my head down and I began to eat her out. She immediately raised her left leg onto my right shoulder and I grabbed her right leg with my left shoulder and lifted her up on my shoulder while I ate her pussy against the wall. She had clearly shaven her pussy. She was moaning so loud, I don't know if the neighbors heard us or not. Of all things to happen, her phone on the table started ringing, she looked at it, turned it off, and then pinned me against the wall again, and jumped into my clutch, I turned around, and entered her vagina with my hard cock, and began ramming so hard. I rammed her against the wall for about 10 minutes and finally she said, "ok, let's go to the futon." She smiled at me, with a smile that could light up a room. I took her legs over my head and inserted my cock again, as hard as I could. She started yelling, "Oh my God oh my God oh my God!" She pushed me out, stood up and pushed me on the futon, and sat on my cock, facing away from me. She started circling my cock with her pussy and going up and down. Her ass was incredibly smooth. She took my hands and covered her breasts with them. She leaned back and with head tilted backwards, started to make out with me. I could feel my cock throbbing inside her. "Where's your bedroom," she asked. Without saying anything, I grabbed her hand and led her to my bed and I began missionary position again, ramming her hard again, but I was beginning to lose stamina. "Go ahead," she said. I felt my cock cum inside her pussy and she let out a wild moan. She smiled, embraced me, and we laid there in my bed naked until morning. It was the wildest sex I had ever had.

I woke up the next morning and made some cereal, she woke up and came into the dining room. "Is it ok if I have some cereal?" she asked. "Sure," and so I poured her a bowl of Corn Flakes. We sat there at the table silently, looking at each other, just eating cereal. She lunged over the table and grabbed me, I swung her on the table, knocking the cereal over all over the place, including milk getting all over us. I just shoved my cock right in Abby on the dinner table, and began ramming her again, she began moaning again. I sat back in my chair and she sat on top of my cock again, while I licked her hard nipples and she kept riding me up and down until I came in her again. I finally said, "I have to get ready for work, I'm going to be late." She was about to walk out, and I had to remind her to put her clothes back on.


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