The one untouched girl

In the corner of the room, I saw Suzie Brown trying to edge toward the door. She hadn't been touched yet, probably because she was a very conservative Christian girl, whose father was the minister of the biggest church in town. Her pretty face was pinched and worried. Her eyes darted back and forth, looking at all the wicked debauchery and reciting the 23rd Psalm, "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of ****, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me." Though dressed very plainly in jeans and a baggy sweater that hid her body, I discerned through my hormone haze that she had a pretty nice chest from the look of it.

I walked to intercept her before she got to the door. She didn't notice me until the last second, when she turned to me with eyes like saucers from fear. As I grabbed her into my arms to kiss her, my mouth bearing down on hers, she shouted, "Don't touch me!", squinting her eyes shut. She tried to push me away, but I kept hold of her. I captured her lips in my kiss, but she kept her mouth tightly closed. I ran your tongue along her lips, trying to entice her to open them. Meanwhile, I caressed her gently.

I broke off the kiss and said, "I think the rest of that goes, 'Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.' I've got a rod to comfort you." I chuckled, then squeezed her breast through her shirt, and she opened her mouth and gasped. I pounced on her lips, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth. She screeched into my mouth, and tried to push me away, but it was too late. Suzie moaned as the virus destroyed her resistance, and she began to kiss me back. She put her arms around my neck and pushed her tongue back into my mouth to dance sinuously. Her lips were so soft and supple, and tasted of strawberries.

Noticing the change, I grabbed her shirt at the hem and lifted it up, again breaking the kiss. I took it off over her head as she raised her arms to help. Now I saw her plain white bra, which hid a great pair of C-cup tits. I flipped off the bra cups to reveal her milk-white orbs of delight, capped by ruddy areolas and nipples. I leaned down and gently sucked her left nipple, feeling it slowly engorge with blood and get hard on my tongue.

"Oh, my God, John! I've never wanted someone like this before! What did you do to me?" she said with a moan. In spite of her question, she reached behind her back and popped the clasp on the bra, which shoved her tit far into my mouth. She dropped the bra on the floor and deftly unbuttoned her pants. She let them drop to her knees, and then tried to get them off of her legs, along with her white cotton granny panties. I managed to keep my lips firmly on her nipple, sucking furiously. She growled in frustration, shaking her leg to get the clothes off. I knelt at her feet and helped pull them off. She grabbed my hands and yanked me to my feet, enfolding me in a tight kiss.