Young Girl Corrupts Christian Guy
Why is it that things you can't have are so much more desirable?
I'm a good-looking girl. I'm young, with a hot little body
and a healthy sexual appetite, and I pretty much get my pick
of the boys. I enjoy leading them on and then backing off,
and finally letting the cutest ones get the prize. But there
was one guy who never went for me: my friend Bruce.
We started working for the same company straight out of
college and soon became friends. I left the company, but
we moved in the same circles and I'd often run into Bruce
at parties. I always thought he was attractive, and the
more I saw him the more appealing he became. The hottest
thing about Bruce was the fact that he had absolutely no
idea of how hot he really was. He didn't seem to dress to show-off
his wonderful body, but it showed nonetheless. He was about
6'3, with big broad shoulders, a powerful chest, and nice
tight buns to match. His face was lovely. Tanned and smooth,
he had soft dark hair and big brown eyes which gave him this
doe-eyed, little boy innocence which I found incredibly
sweet. But he didn't use any of it. He didn't make eyes at
women or flirt. He didn't even leer behind their backs.
He was the perfect gentleman. For a long time I thought he
must be gay. But then one night at a party about a year ago
I finally solved the mystery: Bruce told me he was devoutly
religious and didn't believe in pre-marital intercourse.
I almost fell off my chair. Now I've met a few guys who I think
should be banned for life from ANY form of intercourse,
but Bruce wasn't one of them. The thought that he was going
without and, more importantly, going to waste almost
broke my heart. But I respected his decision. Trouble was,
it just made him sexier. I talked about it with one of my girlfriends
later and she said, A 24 year-old virgin? Don’t waste your
time, Jo. No experience, no talent! But I disagreed. I
know what I want in bed, and I'm not afraid to ask for it. I
love teaching guys a thing or two. Learning can be fun. And
in the end, they thank you for it. The thought of breaking
in Bruce was intoxicating, but I knew it could never be.
When it came time to move apartments last month, my brother
said he'd help me if I could find another guy to help out.
I instantly thought of Bruce. He was as strong as an ox, and
I knew he couldn't resist an appeal to his Christian charity.
And, to be honest, the thought of seeing Bruce all hot and
bothered, every muscle in his tight body straining as he
single-handedly lifted the refrigerator was just too
good to resist. So I didn't. I called him up and he agreed
to come around on Saturday.
It was just as I'd imagined. He was utterly oblivious to
how gorgeous he looked in his little shorts and singlet,
all rippling tanned muscle, tousled hair and big white
smile.
The boys finished around six o'clock. My brother
left to go out on a date, which left Bruce and I alone at my
new place. It's on the top floor, and has a roof garden with
a spa. It had been a long day, and I was dying to try out the
spa. I didn't want to seduce Bruce, but the thought of taking
a spa with him, and seeing that beautiful body up close,
drove me on. So I asked if he’d like to join me. I would, but
I don't have my swimming trunks, he smiled. Well, just
jump in naked, I said, deadpan. And I swear he blushed.
Don't worry, I smiled. My ex-boyfriend left these
behind. I pulled a pair of board shorts out of one of the
boxes. Slip these on. You might be a bit bigger than him,
but they’ll probably fit you. He hesitated. He thought
I was up to something, but my face gave nothing away. Come
on, Bruce, I smiled. You get changed, and I'll meet you
up there. I left him standing in the bedroom. I went up to
the spa, stripped completely naked, and got in ensuring
that my breasts were covered by the water.
Five minutes later, Bruce appeared in nothing by my ex's
shorts. I was right about the size, and Bruce filled them
out promisingly. (Size isn't everything, but it's a big
turn on for me.) But what struck me most was his body: the
strong column of his neck, the broad shoulders, the deep
chest with the finest dusting of hair.
I'd admired his body
before, when clothed. But who would have guessed he'd be
built like THAT? I could feel myself getting warm and wet.
Gingerly, he lowered himself into the spa. I had butterflies
in my stomach just looking at him, finally being this close
to forbidden fruit. I wanted him so badly, I felt I was going
to lose control. I hesitated. I knew he didn't believe in
pre-marital sex, but I wanted him so badly. I tried to resist.
But then he suddenly just smiled at me in his beautiful,
innocent way, and it was all over: I knew I had to have him.
I raised my legs a little, letting them float in the water,
and very casually pushed one foot out until it touched the
inside of his knee. He glanced at me, wondering if it was
accidental. Slowly, deliberately, I slid my foot up the
inside of his muscular thigh and pressed it gently against
his bulging crotch. His face suddenly changed. He looked
both eager and afraid at the same time. Please don't do
that, Jo... he said, trying to sound strong. But his voice
was shaky and I knew he didn't really want me to stop: I could
feel his cock swelling under my foot. It was thick and hard,
and I suddenly wanted it inside me. Okay, I said, removing
my foot. And with that I stood up, revealing my naked breasts.
His jaw dropped as he devoured them with his eyes. He licked
his lips once, then looked up at me.
I moved towards him.
He went to speak, but his throat was too dry. I cupped his
cheek in my hand. You don’t want this? I asked. He made
no answer, so I went to move away, but then he just grabbed
me and pulled me to him. We kissed passionately. I've never
wanted nor enjoyed a kiss so much as that first kiss with
Bruce. I almost came there and then. So did he. His hands
were all over me, on my butt, my breasts, my cunt. He was losing
control. I knew I needed to work quickly or he’d shoot his
load too soon. I quickly helped him slip out his shorts.
Then, relishing the moment, I reached down into the warm
water and took hold of his big, beautiful cock. It was amazing.
Even bigger than I'd imagined, it was long and thick and
incredibly hard. With a mutual sigh of ecstasy I lowered
myself onto it and clenched my knees against his hips. I
kissed him again, then started riding him. Just relax,
honey, I whispered. He laughed. I might as well have told
him not to run out of a burning building! But it didn't matter.
I rode him rhythmically, only slowly increasing the pace,
savouring every inch of his massive cock as it slid up and
down inside me. Though he came in less than two minutes,
in that time I managed to reach my own climax. I think the
sheer eroticism of it all had me cumming almost at the moment
he entered me. As he cried out and came, his hips bucking
wildly, I could feel the hot jets of his cum shooting into
me.
My cunt convulsed around his huge virile cock, milking
it for the very last drop. He seemed to cum forever. Then
slowly, finally, he relaxed. I could see tears in his eyes
and I suddenly felt incredibly guilty. Oh, God, I'm so
sorry, Bruce, I said. I’ve ruined your life. Then he
laughed and brushed his tears away. No, you haven't, Jo,
he smiled, running his hands up and down my back. I wanted
this. I've wanted you for so long. Now you've set me free.
My life isn't ruined. It's just beginning. He kissed me
again, this time so passionately I thought I could feel
him getting hard again already – and he was still inside
me. We got out of the spa and went down to the bedroom. We dried
each other off. I finally got the chance to explore every
inch of his amazing body, especially that beautiful 9-inch
cock. Then we got into my bed, freshly made up with crisp
clean sheets. We made love all night. We tried everything.
I sucked him off repeatedly (he adored that), I taught him
to go down on me (he was a natural). We even tried anal. We
made love in every conceivable position. And made love
is the right term for it, too. There was something special
about that night. It wasn't dirty. In the end I didn't feel
like I was deflowering a virgin, or corrupting a Christian.
I introduced him to a part of himself he'd denied. And for
that he's been incredibly grateful.