Feature Writer: Nadabit
Feature Title: Church Camp
Published: 08.08.2021
Story Codes: Religious Fetish
Synopsis: Church camp counselor gives sex education session
Church Camp Counselor
I was feeling quite confident in my calculated risks with Misty. So far she has been worth everything. When the teens were given free time. I hung out with the other counselors, made small talk and made adjustments to the activities due to weather changing. Brother Steven (the man in charge) asked about Misty. I assured him that she was doing OK, not too comfortable around the other teens and was not able to follow any complicated instructions but she was good at following the simple instructions.
I even suggested Sister Carrie try to have a better connection with her, female to female. But Sister Carrie quickly spoke up.
“No. I don’t think she would do well changing right now.”
I couldn’t help but smile knowing the real reason she didn’t want to change was because she was enjoying fucking Chris, a teen camper.
As the counselors dispersed and began to mingle with the teens throughout the camp grounds, I played catch with a few teens before I moved on to find Misty. I saw a group of girls sitting on the dock. So I walked to them. As I approached one of the girls looked completely guilty as she shoved something between her legs to hide it.
I just walked up and held my hand out and she looked away as she handed me a ‘Hustler’ magazine. I was shocked but turned on.
The girls began to argue their defense, they found UT, they didn’t bring it blah blah blah. I already had my gears spinning. I dropped the magazine, covered my eyes with one hand and placed my finger against my lips in a ‘shhhhhh’ motion. I turned and walked away.
The girls giggled, whispered and yelled “thank you Brother Josh”.
I spotted Misty sitting by herself on the wooden fence at the barn. I checked the area and she was alone. I walked up behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist. Grabbed a tittie in each hand and said, “hello to the most beautiful girl at the camp, no no no the most beautiful in the town, no no the most beautiful in America “.
She giggled while I squeezed her titties. She placed her small hands on mine.
“What are you don’t all alone”? I asked while keeping my hands squeezing her titties.
She shrugged her shoulders. “I like horses. ” she spoke softly.
I released her and adjusted my hard on. I know a little about horses after coming up here year after year. I knew that there was one stud who would breed any mare at any time. I grabbed Misty by her hips and pulled her off the fence. She squealed and wrapped her arms around my neck. I carried her into the barn.
Before I sat her on the barn blanket table I kissed her cheek. Then kissed her lips. She pressed her lips to mine then opened her mouth like a fish. I slid my tongue in her mouth and licked and bit her lip. She moaned.
I knew I was getting closer to taking her innocence. I broke our awkward kiss as I set her down. I asked her if she wanted to see how horses made babies. She eagerly shook her head yes.
I brought the mare horse into the bigger stall and then I went and bright the stud into the same stall. I motioned for Misty to come to the empty stall next to the horses; double checking to make sure we were alone in the barn. We were.
I pulled Misty to the wooden half wall separating the stalls; and moved behind her and began to kiss her neck and the saltiness from her sweat has become so intoxicating. My cock sprang hard instantly.
My hands moved under her shirt and bra. Her wet hot skin reacted to my touch. Her nipples became hard and elongated as I teased them.
When the stud began to notice the mare his cock became hard. Misty pointed at the stud. I nibbled her ear and then I began to whisper that’s his penis and that it will go into the mare’s vagina.
In between my sentences I am kissing and licking her neck and ears. Misty’s breathing was hard and quick as I continued to explain how babies were made.
Once the stud mounted the mare Misty gasped as I pinched her nipples hard while I sucked her skin on her neck. I felt her body quiver. She was cumming.
After a few thrust the stud went soft and he dismounted the mare.
I released her neck from my lips and I moved my hand down to her crotch. And yes. Her shorts were wet — I have got to find out if she’s squirting or gushing when she came — I thought to myself.
I helped her down and asked her, “Are you OK, my pretty?”
She nodded and dropped her head.
“What is it? You can tell me. I’m your friend,” I assured her.
She walked out of the stall and I watched her climb into the hay loft. I released the horses so as not to bring attention to the barn. Then I followed Misty. I saw Misty sitting on her knees in the praying position on a blanket. I walked, over stood and looked her over. Her hair was in a messy bun, her titties weren’t in her bra as I could see them straining against her shirt. The crotch of her shorts were wet.
“What are you praying for?” I asked softly.
“I’m … I … am praying to God to allow me to practice making my boyfriend happy and to practice making a baby and …. and …. and I’m praying for you baby girlfriend”. She spoke with a shaky uncertain voice.
“May I pray with you?” I asked.
She nodded her head yes.
I looked out the windows to ensure we were alone. We were for now. I sat down Indian style in front of her. I began to ‘pray’. I reached out and pulled the collar of her shirt down so I could see her red bruises on her titties. Seeing that I did that made me horny.
“Dear Lord, we come before you to ask that you send this beautiful, sweet young lady …”
As I bullshitted through this prayer I moved my hand to her exposed nipples. I pulled it and twisted it with each word I spoke. I watched Misty begin to breathe harder. I continued to pray and ask that God give her someone to practice making happy. I moved even closer to her. I spread my legs out, one on each side of her. I pulled out my cock. I reached up and softly pulled Misty’s head towards my cock.
“Yes God, allow Misty to practice on making her boyfriend happy”.
Misty opened her mouth and licked the head of my cock. My cock jumped at the touch of her hot wet tongue. I leaned backwards and Misty scooted closer and she moved her mouth further down my cock. I reached and moved her hand from my thigh to the shaft of my cock. I moved her hands up and down.
“Dear God, you know Misty’s heart. She trusts in you through me. She is willing to follow your commands through me”.
I had to pause my prayer as I felt Misty gag on my cock. The way her throat tightened around the head of my cock was almost enough to make me cum. I continue to bullshit in prayer as I thrust my hips causing more of my cock into her mouth. The drool from her gagging lubed my shaft nicely as Misty’s touch was perfect.
“Misty,” I said breathlessly, “hold your mouth open and blow out through your mouth.”
She did. I grabbed her head and I thrust my hips up and forced my cock for into her throat. I felt her gag as she pushed against my thighs to get free but I held her head tight. Each gag squeezed the head of my cock until I emptied my balls.
My cock shot stream after stream of cum. She couldn’t swallow, she couldn’t breath as I watched her face turn bright red and eyes water. Once I watched my cum dripping from her lips I released her.
She fell backwards coughing, gagging and crying. She wiped my cum from her lips and she pulled her shirt and bra down. I pushed my still hard cock into my shorts and crawled over to her. I pulled her into my chest. I rubbed her hair … and ‘shhhhh’d’ her.
I heard the horses ‘neighing’ I peaked up and saw a few of the teens at the corals.
I covered Misty’s mouth with my hand. I hissed in her ear.
“Misty be still and be quiet or you’re going to get in big big trouble if they find out you’ve been praying for a boyfriend. “
The smell of my cum mixed with her breath was so arousing but I had to focus on keeping us hidden. Misty began to slow her breathing and I felt her relax in my arms. I kissed her forehead and moved my hand to her stomach. I slowly moved one leg over hers.
“Can you be quiet if I move my hand?” I whispered. She nodded yes.
I eased my hand from her mouth. I kissed her forehead, then her cheek, then she turned her head and I kissed her lips. Tasting my cum still on her lips. I licked her lips. Surprised at how turned on I was getting by the angel and taste of my cum.
My cock began to get hard again.
I moved my hand from her stomach down into her shorts. Thinking how happy I am that she is wearing loose shorts today My fingers slid into her panties. Her pussy hair was wet and sticky from her excitement earlier.
I moved my tongue inside her mouth as I licked her tongue as I moved my finger in-between her hairy pussy lips. She laid there with her mouth opened, my tongue inside her mouth and my finger sliding across her clit.
Her clit was becoming harder as I slid my finger across it quickly. Her breath was becoming faster as I continued to use her body. I lifted my head and broke my kiss to see if I could see the other teens that were below us.
I could not. The horses were on the far side of the corral. I think they left. I felt Misty lift her head. I then felt her tongue on my neck. She was licking me like one been licking her these past few days. I liked it.
I moved my finger faster across her clit. Misty sucked on my neck. I felt her mouth awkwardly sucked as she moved it across my neck. I slid my finger faster then all at once Misty moaned into my neck. I hugged her tighter to muffle her moan. I felt my fingers get soaked as Misty moved her hips. She was cumming again.
As her moans stopped I slowed my finger. She released my neck.
“I hope she didn’t mark me,” I thought to myself.
I could smell her pussy juice mixed with the dry hay. It was intoxicating. But I knew I had to cut this short. I leaned up on my elbow. Pulled my hand from her shorts. I looked around and saw no one. I told Misty. To wait a few minutes and then come down and find me.
THE END