Couples Sharing in the Faith
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/ft, Ma/ft, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Fiction, Incest, Mother, Father, Daughter, Swinging, Oral Sex,
Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Two young married couples meet in church and become friends. As the friendship becomes more intimate the couples engage in shared sex then swapping. They meet Aggie Cosgrove, a widow who knew Penny's parents and she sells them her swinger friendly condo where the master bedrooms are connected by a walk-in closet. Soon Aggie is folded into the relationship which bring's Penny's parents into the relationship.
“I promise you this baby,” she said, “from the night we get married and for the rest of our lives, I’m going to want you to put this big thing inside me anytime you want (giving my deflating my cock a good natured tweak).” She giggled. “And you had better want to do it a lot because if you don’t I’ll just have to find somebody else.”
I had known Charie Carlisle for two years before we finally got together. For me she as cute and classy as any girl I had met before. Standing 5’ 5” tall she had world class legs, a dynamite ass and a lithe, athletic figure. Her breasts were not large by any stretch of the imagination. I found out later they were 34B, which worked for me. She had wavy, short dark brown hair, clear blue eyes and a smile that was like the sun on a bright, cheery morning. I met her while working as a “hasher” in the sorority house where she lived. Though I had my eyes on her and seemed to have a warm, friendly relationship, she was always dating higher profile guys, ones who seemed destined career with a lot of money in them. I never expected that she had any more interest in me than just friendship.
At the beginning of my junior year a fraternity brother and good friend, who years later became a high placed executive in a major food company, began dating Charie. He had the reputation of being a real player, usually going for “loose” women. So I wondered if Charie weren’t one of those. One night, about two months into their relationship, I was proven wrong when Garth came storming into the fraternity house shouting, “I’m through with that fucking broad. I’ve wasted two months, tons of dough, and haven’t even gotten so much as a HAND-JOB from her!”
It was taboo for the girls in the sorority to come into the kitchen where I worked. Socializing with the help was not encouraged by the sorority at large, even though the help consisted of young men attending the same college. But Charie, being more independent, always ignored the taboo. She would often come into the kitchen after dinner and talk with us as we worked. It was this “in your face” attitude that attracted me to her even more. I asked her out about two weeks after Garth’s outburst at the fraternity house. When he found out that I was dating her he chuckled and said, “So you’ve got a thing for nuns, huh?” She was active in the Wesley Foundation, the Methodist outreach for college campuses throughout the country. Not long after we started dating she was pressuring me to go to church with her, which from time to time I did.
She always seemed to be such a demure girl; the kind of person one would think would always be in control of her emotions. We didn’t even kiss until our second date, which wasn’t unusual in that era of the late 50’s and early 60’s. When Garth started dating her he was convinced that she would be an easy lay.
On our third date we went to a movie. When I put my arm over her shoulder she took my hand and rubbed the back of it against her cheek. There was no question that she liked touching. At the same time she nudged my knees with hers and mover her body as close to mine as the armrest would allow. I remember thinking well; at least she isn’t a nun. After the movie we pulled around the corner from the sorority house, parking the car in a dark, tree shaded area. It was 10:45 and we only had fifteen minutes before the girls were had to be in the house for the night. This time our kisses were passionate, bone fide French kisses. By the time she had to go in saliva was sagging down both of our chins. As I remembered Garth saying, “I’ve wasted two months, tons of dough and haven’t gotten so much as a hand-job from her,” I thought she doesn’t seem so frigid to me.
The fourth time we went out she welcomed my hand on her breast and didn’t stop me when I slid it inside her bra. I remember how small yet how soft her breasts were, and how her nipples seemed to harden against the hollow of my hand as I fondled them. Also, when I massaged her breasts she became much more passionate. Our kissing turned into a marathon of twisted tongues, moans and sighs as our noses served as snorkels, using mine to breathe in and hers to breathe out. When I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh it seemed like a natural segue that wouldn’t be denied. She was wearing a dark blue pleated skirt and knee socks, her legs were bare from her knees to her panties. And when my hand reached the warm humidity of her panties she jerked it away and said “NO!”
After being quiet for a bit and keeping her head down, she looked up with her wide blue eyes, smiled and kissed me passionately. Then she took my hand and put it back between her legs. Vagina, pussy, twat, and cun, all the words I could imagine, flooded my mind as my fingers dabbled in her moist and flaccid lips. When my middle finger slid inside and was being held by her tight pussy I felt like it was in the most marvelous tunnel in God’s creation. It was all I could do to keep from coming in my pants. As we kissed it was as if she had been exercising the inside of her vagina. What I thought was tight when I worked my finger inside her moist and spongy walls; she was making them so tight around my finger that it was tingling like I had wrapped it with a rubber band.
It was the first time my finger had been inside a girl’s pussy. I didn’t know about female orgasms. I didn’t even know what a clitoris was. Had I known that it was there I certainly wouldn’t have known what to do with it. All I knew was that when her pussy clasped my finger so tightly and she gasped, and her body froze into a spasm, I loaded my shorts with cum.
As I drove back to the fraternity house my left hand was on the wheel and the middle finger of my right hand was under my nose. It was as if I were sniffing a fine Cuban cigar. The delicate smell, coupled with a faint hint of urine made me hard again. Sucking my finger into my mouth as I drove, I fucked it as it imparted the incredible scent of her sex, reliving the memory of our love-making.
It was the night before we left to go home for Christmas vacation, just a month after we had first started dating. She would be driving back to Virginia for the holidays. Charie was the last one left in the sorority house in the company of the house mother. She would drive home to Virginia in the morning. In the car, in the driveway of the sorority house we exchanged gifts and then made, kissing and caressing; my finger, for the fourth time, sliding inside her pussy again. I would take it out and hold it under my nose when we kissed, sure that she wasn’t aware of what I was doing.
Romantic music played on the car radio, its light casting a green shade on Charie’s bare, white legs that showed above her knee socks. I had never done it before but, since sucking my finger after having fingered Charie’s pussy first time; I had the urge to get close enough to her pussy to smell it. In the late 50’s none of my fraternity brothers ever talked about eating pussy—except maybe Garth. Oral sex had not come into the kind of popularity that we know today. But I was more than ready to break new ground.
As I lifted her skirt I could see her white lace panties being washed in the green light of the car radio. Lowering myself to my knees I spread hers. There was no resistance. Like a photographer taking a group picture I pulled her skirt over my head then, resting my cheek on Charie’s her soft abdomen I could hear the grumbling inside her stomach and wondered if it was a sign of her excitement. It was heaven to be so close, smelling the delicate bouquet of her femininity. For me I was about to do something that I imagined she had never dreamed of. I had only just recently been dreaming of it myself.
When I pulled her panties aside it was as if the music from the beginning of the movie A Space Odyssey 2001 blared in my ears. Dark brown hair—curly dark brown hair—covered not only her mons but her puffy labia as well. (Women, at least young women, didn’t trim their pussies back then). I didn’t cum in my pants but my balls were working on it. It was only because I squeezed the cheeks of my ass so tightly together that I didn’t pop my load. I was convinced that I was going to fuck Charie that night and didn’t want any mishaps along the way.
As I parted her lips with my fingers I heard that most marvelous wet “click.” I could see her labia glistening in the ambient green light of the radio. Extending my tongue I licked her just where the top of her clam came together. I must have touched her clitoris because she winced so hard that her pubic bone hit my nose, almost causing it to bleed. As my tongue slid through her moistened, aromatic groove it tingled. I had never done something like this or tasted something so exciting. I suppose my first taste of ice-cream might have come close. But in my memories the taste of my loved Charie’s pussy equaled the Ambrosia of the gods.
As Charie’s hands pressed against the back of my head her quiet “oohs” reminded me of a purring kitten. Her legs opened and closed against my head and face as she ground her bottom against the seat. As I suckled her warm, wet lips with mine I wondered how I was going get my swollen cock inside this girl’s tight pussy. Unzipping my fly I flopped my nearly nine inch cock out of my pants then took her hand and wrapped her fingers around its engorged girth. In awed amazement she said, “It’s HUGE!” My fraternity brothers always joked that I had the biggest cock on campus. Raising my ass I held my cock, spread her lips as I could with my finger and thumb and put the head against them. Moving it through her slippery groove I tried to find the indentation of her portal. “NO GARY.” She gasped. I ignored her plea and I continued pressing, beginning to open the hole to the inside of her body.
Grabbing my cock she pushed it aside and commanded, “Stop Gary, I said NO!”
I fought her a little. But remembering my mother’s lecture on respect I relented and sat back in the seat and said, “I’m sorry, Charie.”
With a choke in her voice she stammered, “It’s ... it’s just ... it’s just that I’m going to be a virgin until I’m married sweetie.” As tears welled in her periwinkle eyes she said, “I want you inside me so badly.” She blinked. “But I’m scared honey. You’re so BIG.” As she pressed her head against me I could feel her tears wetting my shirt. “I need more time baby.” She hugged me and sighed, “I want to do this with you so badly. Oh this just isn’t FAIR!”
Disappointed that I hadn’t experienced getting my cock into the girl I loved I respected her even more and knew at that moment that she was going to be my wife. Pouting a bit at what I thought was the denial of my male prerogative I actually felt good that I had honored her wishes and hadn’t hurt her in anyway.
Are you alright Gary?” Charie said. It was as if she was considering that she was denying me too much. Wrapping her hands around my erect penis she said with a sustained sense of awe, “You are SO big baby.” After thinking for a bit she asked, “Are all guys’ penises as big as this?”
Taking it as a compliment I wondered how does she know what big is? I knew that beside me Garth was a peanut; there were few secrets in the fraternity house. “What about Garth Anderson,” I asked.
In complete control now she moved the covering skin up and down on my turgid shaft, studying it as she manipulated me. Laughing she sneered, “Garth Anderson, what a creep. He pulled his penis out of his pants the last night we were together and I slapped his face. I didn’t see any more than the nubby pinkness of his skin.”
I told her what Garth had said about her. She said, “hand-job,” then giggled, “what a quaint way to describe what I am doing.” Somehow, she knew I was almost out of control.
My excitement caused her to double her effort, jerking me faster until I shot a long rope that landed across her legs and panties. “Eew,” she reacted, this is nasty. Reaching for her purse she pulled out a hanky and wiped my semen off her legs, trying to clean it from her panties. As she was doing it she chuckled and said, “I guess I’m not the first girl you’ve done this to.”
I was embarrassed but also proud at be assessed for at least having some kind of experience. “I ... I’m sorry to have made such a mess Charie. But I want you to know that the first time we French-kissed I was so excited that I did it in my underwear the same way.”
She was quiet for a moment then said. “Well, I guess that’s some kind of a compliment anyway. Did your other girls mind as much as I did when you EJACULATED on them?” She had purposely put the emphasis on the JAC.
I made matters worse by replying, “I’ve never done it with any other girl. But I have come in my pants before.”
Our parting was cooler than I would have hoped. Just as she was getting out of the car her kiss was perfunctory, “Have a merry Christmas Gary. You don’t need to walk me to the door.”
Christmas vacation was not as happy as I expected it to be. Thinking my relationship with Charie was over I was in a two week sulk. Ordinarily we would have exchanged phone calls but I was sulking and I guess she was doing the same. Maybe we had gotten so serious that she was using the vacation to assess whether or not to call the whole thing off.
When I got back to school I went back to hashing at the sorority house. Charie and I saw each other, and when we did, she was looking at me with either angry or hurt eyes. For three days she didn’t come into the kitchen. It just made my funk deeper. On Thursday she called me. “Hello Gary?” She sniffled. Thought it hurt to know that she was hurting I greeted her more apathetically than I should have. “I guess you must think I’m quite a prude,” she said. I told her that wasn’t true. “Over the holidays I talked with my brother about what happened.” she said, “He said I was a jerk.”
I didn’t know whether she was or wasn’t. I knew I was.
“It’s nine o’clock Gary. I have to be back in by ten, but could you come over and talk to me ‘til I have to go back in?”
I barely hung up the phone and was in the car for the seven minute drive. She was waiting on the front porch of the sorority house. Having parked the car in our secluded spot I walked around the corner and met her on the porch. We kissed quite passionately in that public spot then walked hand-in-hand back to the car. We got in the back seat and proceed to make more passionate love than we had before.
I’m sure that I could have fucked her but I didn’t try. When we kissed in the car she eagerly struggled to get my cock out of my pants. Kissing my knob the she said, “I’m glad you came on my legs and panties the night before I left to go home darling, you nasty boy (I was surprised she used “came” instead of “ejaculated’). Kissing her even more passionately my finger was in her pussy and she was furiously jacking me off. Breaking the kiss she reached inside of the long sleeve of her sweater and pulled out a hanky. I knew what she was going to do. As I added another finger inside her more relaxed cunt we kissed and tongued each other. Draping the hanky over the head of my cock with one hand she stroked me at an almost spastic rhythm.
While I dug my fingers inside her, not knowing what I was digging at, I purposely held back from popping my wad. And as I blasted three long ropes into the hanky Charie froze in an orgasm of her own. As we came down from our exertion Charie said, “I promise you this baby, from the night we get married and for the rest of our lives, I’m going to want you to put this big thing inside me anytime you want (giving my deflating my cock a good natured tweak).” She giggled. “And you had better want to do it a lot because if you don’t I’m just going to have to find somebody else.”
We were married at the end of June of 1962, just two weeks after our gradation from Ohio University in Cambridge, Ohio. Like so many college graduates at the time we expected that we would be hired by large companies and retire from our careers there. We talked about a family of two boys and a girl. Charie would convince me to join a Methodist Church where we would join the choir and be considered by the older members of the congregation as that “darling” young couple. I expected that we would be an average couple that would lead a long and satisfying life. Had anyone ever suggested that we would take the fork in the road that we did both Charie and I would have howled at that person’s strange sense of perspective. I can’t keep the smile off my face as I write these words...