Masturbating with Pastor's Daughter

When I was in high school in the Greater Vancouver area, I was quite good friends with a girl (Alison) whose father was a pastor at a local church. We were both quasi-intellectuals and enjoyed each other’s company, especially in study hall where we had frequent discussions. As we grew older, the discussions became somewhat sexual-we’d make snide comments about the “cool couples,” speculating about what if anything they did sexually. 

One day, in Grade 12, Alison said that she thought Jane (a right little bitch!), was too uptight to do anything-even masturbate. “I mean, everybody does it, right?,” she said. “Yeah,” I said. “I jerk off every night to get to sleep, and usually once or twice during the day.” Alison said, “Man, that’s hot. I’d love to watch a guy jerk off and see him shoot off.” Thinking to myself, “Yes, God, I’d love to put on a show for Alison,” I actually said, “Well, let me know if I can be of service!”

A few days later, Alison pigeon-holed me in the library. “You know what we were talking about the other day? My mom and dad are at some church retreat tomorrow and we could have my house to ourselves. Why don’t we leave school early and show each other how we do it?”

Next day couldn’t come fast enough and we left school at lunch and took a city bus to Alison’s house, just behind her father’s church. We got in the front door and she whipped around and embraced me, pressing her big titties against me while we tongue-kissed and I filled my hands with her plump ass. We broke away and she took my hand and led me to her bedroom. “Why don’t you take off your clothes while I get a few things,” she said.

Thanking our good lord, I peeled down, my thick, curved cock pointing to the heavens. I was already leaking pre-cum and slowly stroked myself while I waited. Alison came, carrying some towels and some hand cream. She had taken off all her clothes except her panties. “Sorry, but these have to stay on. I’m not on birth control.” Those big titties were teenager firm, but had a delightful sag and majorly hard nipples. Even under the panties, I could make out a dense pubic bush.

Alison got on her bed and said, ”This is how I do it.” She grabbed a big pillow and put it on its side. Then she mounted it and started rubbing her cunt against it, slowly at first, and then faster. Her eyes were closed and her boobs were jiggling beautifully. After a few minutes, she gasped and climaxed with a low moan. She got off the bed, laid down a towel sat in an armchair, and told me to show her how I did it.

I lay down on the towel and started a slow stroke on my raging hard-on. I would stop every few jerks and rub my balls, tightly drawn up against me, before resuming my slow jacking. I really wanted to give Alison something to see and knew from long experience that an extended start-and-stop session would ensure a massive cumload.

To my delight, Alison pulled the chair to the side of the bed after about five minutes and put her feet up on it on either side of my head. Her light brown, 17-year-old bush and blazing pink cunt lips were less than a foot from my face. She then began to stroke her hard little clit and started working for another orgasm. It didn’t take long before she clenched her thighs together and came for the second time, moaning huskily as before.

I lost it at that point. I grabbed the hand lotion, put some on my cock and commenced a rapid stroke, concentrating on my cockhead and squeezing my balls with the other hand. I blew a big, spurting load maybe a foot in the air and coated my stomach.

I never realized my dream of fucking Alison. We went to grad together and she sucked me off in the car after the dinner and dance, but that was as close as I got.