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Subject: {ASSM} God's Flock (Part 2) By Katzmarek (Mf, Teen, Rom, Oral)
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God's Flock 2
By Katzmarek
_________________________________________________________________
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Author's note.
This work is fiction with a lot of fact thrown in. Or maybe its
fact with a little fiction. Anyway, its been scrubbed, cut and
pasted, exagerated, mutilated, mashed and bashed.
It remains my property and can't be used for profit without my
express permission in writing.
Oh! and the Assembly of God told me later in life that the
tactics described in the story didn't happen. So that's all right
then. I guess I must have halucinated it. {K}
_________________________________________________________________
_________
Part 2
Nan and I spent the next 30 minutes or so with our faces close
together in the space under the floor of the hall. We kissed a
little, sure, stroked each other's faces, looked into each
other's eyes, but mostly just talked.
I remember dragging the back of my hand down her chest, it
illicited a little embarrassed smile.
We didn't do much but it was still a very erotic moment. I think
we were both charged with desire but uncertain how to proceed.
So we talked about our hopes, feelings, about others in the
group, music, I even talked about motorcycles. She listened, and
more remarkably for me, I listen to her.
I loved her voice, not just her relatively exotic Canadian
accent, but its timbre and expressive quality.
She used her hands a lot to describe things and her eyes would
flash when she was excited about something.
She told me I was too skinny, but I had a cute 'butt.' That slang
term had not become common usage in NZ then. I told her she had a
'bum' to die for, at which she laughingly told me that bum had an
altogether different meaning in Canada.
I normally get a little claustrophobic in confined spaces but
that night I didn't feel the least bit uneasy. Occasionally I'd
get a little whiff of her shampoo, strawberry.
Time seemed to pass quickly and after a while we could hear
people calling, far off. Nan took a final drag of her cigarette
and said,
"Shit, look at the time, its past 'lights out'."
She scrambled out of the crawl space and whispered for me to wait
awhile before emerging myself.
I wriggled out, suddenly aware of how close the little space was,
and crept to the corner of the hall to check if the coast was
clear.
I could hear the banging of doors and far off voices. I waited
until the commotion died down before creeping back to the van.
Later, in my improvised bed, I could hear footsteps. Upon
observation I could see someone walking around with a torch. I
hoped that Nan hadn't got into any trouble.
The next day was free, that is, there were no engagements. The
bus was going to take most of the camp sightseeing but this was a
purely voluntary activity. For those wishing to stay behind, a
leader was going to organise some games and other activities.
I was grateful Nan elected to remain at camp. I caught up with
her after breakfast and suggested we do a little sightseeing of
our own.
"But where will we go?" she asked.
"I hear there's some great coastline," I said, " we could check
it out, maybe have a picnic."
I could see she was conflicted. She didn't think the leaders
would approve and any 'bad conduct' would be reported to her
parents.
However one thing I came to learn about Nan was that she had a
taste for conspiracy and was always good for a dare. We therefore
laid our plans.
The camp was laid out on the site of an ancient Maori 'pa,' or
fortified village called 'Maunga Tapu,' or Sacred Mountain. It
was on a promontory of a bay surrounded on three sides by water.
Although it was called a 'mountain,' it was hardly higher than a
dozen metres. The old Maoris had levelled the ground and tipped
the spoil down the sides to form a steep bank. 200 years ago the
bank would have been topped with a pallisade and ditch and would
have been virtually impregnable from the sea.
Nowadays, the bank was a grass slope dropping to a narrow gravel
road that lay between the bank and the water.
Although the camp was surrounded by a chain-link fence, a gate
gave access to a small beach on the seaward side.
I announced to the leaders that I was going for a drive into town
about mid-morning. I hopped in the Beagle and drove out of the
gate going a fair way down the road. I then double-backed and
turned into the little gravel road and parked.
A softball game was in progress with everyone, who hadn't gone
sightseeing, participating. Nan simply announced she was going
for a walk around the coast and left via the beach gate.
Within ten minutes Nan appeared running along the gravel road and
jumped into the van. Fortunately there was enough of a grade for
me to roll the van towards the main road without using the engine
again.
As I started the engine and headed off, Nan looked back towards
the camp laughing. Her expression was one of mischievous glee,
like some kid who'd just knocked on someone's door and run off.
"Where are we going, where are we going?" she repeated,
excitedly.
Her laughter was infectious, but I had to calm her as she bounced
around in the passenger's seat.
"Hey! put your seatbelt on, we can't afford to get pulled over!"
I cautioned.
I suggested we first go into town and grab some picnic food, then
find a nice spot by a beach. The coast around here was rocky with
treacherous tidal rips so swimming wasn't an option.
After getting the food, she paid, we eventually found a hill
called Berrin's Kop, named after some battle in the Boer War. It
had great views of the coast and the surrounding countryside. It
was also almost deserted.
The weather was quite warm and we had our picnic and chatted in
the sunshine. We later went for a walk, hand in hand, and sat on
the seaward side of a little knoll.
The grass was about a metre high and gave us perfect privacy. The
light breeze fluttered our clothing and brushed whispers of hair
across our faces.
It was while I was brushing an errant lock from her face that I
found her smiling in that anticipatory way. Half embarrassed,
half expectant, we moved together and kissed.
She hummed, I hummed, and we moved in for another, longer one. We
fell to the grass, our mouths moving together, that strawberry
shampoo scent filling my senses. I could feel the little bumps of
her breasts pressing against my chest.
Her free hand roamed down my back and came to rest on my bottom.
Her kissing became fiercer, I felt her hot breath on my cheek.
"Is that any way for a good Christian girl to behave?" I teased.
"Why?" she asked me, disingenuously, "are we supposed to be
boring?"
"Pick a date that will make a good mate," I recalled one of the
many slogans on the hall wall at camp.
"So how are we suppose to know?" she answered, smiling.
I shrugged.
"So do I pass?" I asked her.
"Um... you kiss well," she replied, making an assessment, "nice
butt, nice face... but with sad eyes... like a lost little puppy.
You're skinny, I like that. Caring... talented... and a little
shy."
"Shy? Me?" I protested.
"Yes, you almost pee'ed yourself when you asked me out."
"Only because I thought you might say no."
"Was it that important?" she said, suddenly serious, "aww look!
You're blushing!" she resumed giggling.
"Nancy, you're a lovesong," I blurted out without thinking.
She looked at me wide-eyed with surprise. I felt a twinge of
panic, 'what a dumb thing to say,' I thought.
"That's so sweet," Nan replied softly, "do you really think of me
like that?"
Well I'd said it, so it was useless to recant, so I nodded
slowly.
"I... I don't know what to say..."
"Don't say anything," I mumbled and kissed her again.
We rolled around in the grass till she was on top. I got to cup
the beautiful cheeks of her bottom, exploring the contours of her
tight-fitting Levis.
She gyrated her pelvis against me, starting a warm and stiffening
feeling in my jeans. I stroked her sides with my hands, my thumbs
pressing against the swells of her little breasts.
My mouth was dry and my breath was quickening with arousal.
"It's getting cold," I panted, "do you want to sit in the van?"
I meant the BACK of the van of course and the meaning was obvious
to her.
"I'm not cold," smiling, she teased me again.
"Well?"
"There you go, all shy again," she giggled, "I'm not going to
have sex with you, ok?"
"I didn't mean..."
"It's alright," she said, "I'm just setting the ground rules,
ok?"
I nodded.
"It's a little too soon, ok?"
I nodded, again.
"Are you disappointed?" she asked.
"No... not at all," I croaked a reply.
"Liar! But I don't mind making out... if you want?"
I wanted, I nodded, for a third time.
In the van we were all over each other like a rash. After a while
I lifted her top up to her neck, then pushed up her bra to expose
her breasts. I spent a long time kneading and sucking her little
cones while she cooed and pushed her hands up inside my shirt.
Nan gyrated her crotch against mine sending me to new heights of
lust. While brushing her tits down my chest, she ran her hands
all around my torso, carefully avoiding my uncomfortable
erection.
She gradually worked her way down my chest, kissing every inch of
my skin. In phoney surprise she noticed my straining jeans and
gave me a little rub.
"Would you like me to suck you?" she whispered.
I was surprised by the invitation, but replied,
"I could return the favour?"
"What?"
"69," I ventured.
"Oh!" she buried her head in embarrassment.
"I... I don't think so..." she told me shyly, "I mean I don't
mind doing guys... um... you... but I've never done that..."
"Nancy!" I said triumphantly, "just how many guys have you had?"
"It's not like that..." she batted me, laughing, "I've had
boyfriends before."
"How many?" I asked.
"Well..." she replied, counting in her head, "three, but only one
was serious."
"How serious?" I grinned.
"I went out with him for three years... since I was thirteen...
in Canada."
"Thirteen, really? and your parents agreed?"
"No," she replied smiling.
"Ahhh! a bit of a rebel eh?"
"Zac, he was French, Quebec French. We were very close... I loved
him."
I noted a hint of sadness in her voice.
"What happened?"
"We broke up... he found someone else... I came to New Zealand."
"Is that why..."
"No, we'd broken up months before... just burnt each other out...
it happens," she shrugged.
"You still have feelings for him?" I asked her.
"A little I guess... but we'd never had made it... he was totally
off the wall... wierd. He had no responsibility... I've never
told anyone else about him. You musn't tell."
"Of course not," I protested.
"I trust you... funny. I couldn't trust Zac, you see. He'd
disappear for weeks... I'd be frantic, than he'd suddenly turn up
with a brandy and ginger under his coat," she chuckled at the
recollection. "I never knew where I was with him. On again, off
again... totally at his whim. I couldn't take that again. He knew
my weaknesses..."
"Such as?"
"Lost puppies," she told me, " little lost puppies with sad
little eyes."
"Like mine for instance?"
"You're not like Zac," she said, firmly, "or I wouldn't be in
this van with you."
Curiously I felt disappointed. I had hoped that I was a carbon
copy of her lost love.
"I don't want any more Zacs," she went on, "someone steady... and
loving. It's nice to be chased for a change. Not me doing the
chasing."
Her eyes sparkled.
"You didn't lead much of a chase," I suggested.
"You know what I mean..." she answered shyly.
All this time she sat perched on my crotch, my jean covered cock
was nestled snuggly between her thighs.
"I feel... safe with you," she continued.
"SAFE!" I exclaimed,"ME! Demon biker and rock and roller! I'm
insulted!" I exclaimed in mock outrage.
She batted at me again, saying,
"You're SO full of shit.... and cute!"
She arranged herself on top of me, lying along my body with her
face inches from my own. She kissed me, once more, her tongue
worming its way past my lips seeking mine.
After we'd finished, I asked,
"So you're not a virgin?"
She examined my face, grinning.
"And now it comes," she replied, " you've been dying to ask that
question..."
"I'm sorry... just nosey."
"Yes, nosey... and no, I'm not a virgin."
"Oh!"
"What, disappointed? Used goods? I wouldn't have thought you'd
care."
"I don't!" I told her, "it's just that... with your Christianity
thing and all... you surprised me."
"I don't always make the correct decision... I don't know... I
don't regret it one bit... Zac was really good. We were both
nervous at first... we lit candles... took a bath together... it
was really great, y'know?"
"How old were you?" I asked her.
Nan giggled,
"You're going to be shocked!"
"I will?"
"Yes... I was thirteen... I was in love with him you see. It
seemed the natural thing to do."
"Thirteen, shit!" I said, astonished, "beats me by... six years
would you believe."
"You were nineteen! Now I'm shocked. Why? Were you a little goody
two-shoes?"
"Yes... and chronically shy. I guess that's why I took up guitar.
I figured I could charm girls with my music. That I didn't have
to go to them... they would fall all over me."
"And did it work?" Nan asked.
"Some... but not the ones I wanted. THEY were always out of
reach, or someone else's girlfriend."
"Aww, poor baby... You never had a serious relationship?"
"Sure... at least I thought I had... once. I fell in love... she
called me possessive and took off... that was it."
"The possessive type, eh?"
"I didn't think so... maybe I was. Clearly she thought so."
"I don't mind a little possessiveness... so long as its not
stifling, you know what I mean?"
"Yeah, I know. I need to feel secure, that's all. I don't like
things left up the air. I need honesty... then I'm happy. Even
when it hurts."
"I feel the same way," Nan told me, " I'm glad you said that."
'So am I,' I thought to myself.
After another bout of passionate kissing, during which I played
with her erect nipples, her hand began to knead my dick. One of
her legs was bent over my thighs and she was pressing her crotch
against my hipbone.
I tried to push my hand under the belt of her jeans but it was
too tight. I therefore ventured to loosen the buckle. She didn't
try to prevent me. As my hand crept its way into her jeans, she
gasped,
"Remember... what I said earlier? I don't want to go... all the
way."
I nodded and nibbled her neck and earlobe.
"Good!" she said quietly.
I undid the dome of her jeans and pushed my hand onto the gusset
of her panties. I felt the texture of her downy pubis, now warm
and moist.
Nan stiffened a little and moaned. She began to loosen my jeans
and draw down the zipper. At last I felt the slight coolness of
the air followed by her probing fingers as she sought out my
cock.
She lifted her bottom a little to allow me to push her jeans down
to her knees. I did the same to her panties, at last I had full
access.
I found that gently sawing my middle figer along the length of
her slit had the most effect on her. She gasped and moaned and
pressed her body tighter against me. She settled her head on my
shoulder, against my cheek, and played with my dick as I fingered
her.
Her orgasm wasn't long in coming. Her eyes became serious,
concentrating, and her breathing shallow and arriving in gulps.
Her bottom began to rock and gyrate against my hand.
"Yes... keep going... ooh," she puffed.
She let out one long moan and clutched herself to me tightly. She
hummed to herself a little later, giving me little pecks on
whatever part of me she could reach without effort. All the time
her hand never left my erection, caressing, jacking, or just
playing with my cock and balls.
At one time she stroked me with the inside of her leg, her pussy
left a moist spot on my hip that I still sensed long afterwards.
I tell you that Nancy's bottom was the finest of ever had the
pleasure of holding, even today. Small, tight and a perfect
shape, her jeans gave only a hint of its true quality. I have
spent many hours in silent worship of it, but hey! I'm getting a
little ahead of myself.
Pretty soon she bent down and kissed the tip of my cock. Flicking
it lightly with her tongue, she gradually slid it into hermouth.
Nancy didn't 'service' me, she genuinely loved to suck cock. I
never realised before that a woman could derive real pleasure
from the process. I just thought it was what some women did to
pleasure their guys.
I felt almost apologetic towards her as her head bobbed up and
down on my, very stiff, erection. She held on, even after I'd
signalled to her that I wasn't long in coming. She just gurgled
and continued on her way.
Her cool fingertips on my balls was the last straw and she sucked
for all she was worth as I pumped weeks of frustration down her
throat. My new lover rescued every drop to my utterastonishment.
She smacked her lips together afterwards as we grinned at each
other in a rather embarrassed fashion. Carressing my chest she
told me that we'd better get back before they send out search
parties.
I told her I could stay this way forever, right here on this
anonymous hill overlooking the ocean.
She joked that we would starve and I told her I didn't care. I
babbled to her that my 'ego boundaries' had truely disappeared,
or some such rubbish, and she replied that I'd spent too much
time reading boring textbooks.
Right then, if she'd told me never to read anything again I would
have complied willingly. I felt absolutely in love, and lust, and
adored her with all my heart for the next six years.
In the present, however, we were going to have to face some
enormous challenges that put us truely to the test.
Part three follows
Katzmarek (C)
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