1 Carl's Adventures Begin Pt. 02

DANIELLE

It was only a couple of weeks after Raelene quit her job, when his hiking friend and amateur photographer, Keith, mentioned to him that he had new neighbours -- a missionary family who had been living in Cambodia then in Thailand, where their three kids had grown up. After a military coup there, the family had shifted to Australia.

One afternoon, while Carl was visiting Keith, he was introduced to the new neighbours who were walking around their back garden planning some changes. The father was going to work in the South Pacific with Island communities while the rest of them would stay in Australia until the offspring had all finished their education. He looked like a benevolent uncle with brown hair greying at the temples. The mother looked far more formidable. Carl thought she could have belonged to any of those strict Calvinist sects where the women wear dowdy dresses buttoned to the neck and have their long hair tied back severely. Her figure was full and matronly with a prominent bust line. Two of their three children, the older son and the daughter were now young adults. They said their older son was working in town; the daughter was taking a course at a business training college in the city; and the youngest one was just starting high school.

As the parents were introducing their family, it was the daughter who immediately caught Carl's attention. Her name was Danielle and he thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She seemed shy and demure but when she flashed those dark brown eyes at him, his legs suddenly felt weak and shaky. Looking up at him, her eyes betrayed the kind of vulnerable, half-lost bewilderment that people feel in strange settings. She wore her long auburn hair in a loosely coiled ponytail which reached half way down her back. Her body was shapely and he could see that her curves were significantly more eye-catching than Raelene's, or even Paula's had been, although her clothing was not nearly as revealing.

She was dressed in a short-sleeved midi dress with a modest square neckline and a full skirt which finished just below the knee. Her eyes met Carl's and remained locked onto them for longer than he would have expected. He hoped that, like him, it was because she felt some mutual attraction. Her full lips looked as if she wore a subtle shade of expensive lipstick, though of course, wearing make-up was forbidden. When she gave him an uncertain smile, Carl wanted to put a protective arm around her right then. From the moment they made eye contact he was smitten. He convinced himself that it must have been destiny that determined that she should live just a block away from his home and right next door to his friend.

While they were chatting, Carl mentioned his part time job at the fruit stall on weekends. Danielle asked if they needed more part-timers. She couldn't work on a Sunday because of her religious commitments, but was keen to get a Saturday job. He told her that the two fruit markets were along the highway and that a girl (Raelene) had just quit so the owner was looking for a replacement. He gave her the phone number to call. Carl added that he'd found that the best travel option to get to work was by the recently electrified rail network. Trains stopped at a station conveniently located between the two fruit stalls. She said she would discuss it with her parents before she phoned about the job.

All of the following week Carl kept agonising over whether she would apply for it or not. On the following Saturday as he arrived at the station to catch his train to work, he saw Danielle standing on the platform. She was wearing a form-fitting floral top over a navy-blue skirt that finished just below the knee. Her shoes had sensible low heels. As soon as Carl saw her, his heart skipped a beat. Then, when she looked up and saw him approaching, she smiled warmly at him. His pulse raced even faster. The first thing he asked her was whether she had decided to apply for the job. Not only had she applied, she had been hired immediately and asked to start work that day. There was only one hitch. Their boss had decided to send her to the other stall he owned - about a kilometre away from the one where Carl worked.

That afternoon after work, they met up again and Carl asked if she would mind if he travelled with her on the train to their station and then walk her back to her home. She looked genuinely surprised but smiled warmly at him before agreeing. Carl would always think her smile was one of the loveliest he had ever seen. He fell very hard for her right then. When their train arrived, he helped her into the carriage and they sat side by side -- close, but not too close. Danielle lived in a street that ran parallel to his. That afternoon, after walking her up the hill to her house, they stopped at her front gate and chatted. The afternoon sun was picking up the highlights of her auburn hair and perky ponytail, enhancing her radiant beauty. She was looking at him with those dark alluring eyes and smiling and laughing at all the right times. He was sure that she would become his grand passion. The sun was low on the horizon when Carl left her at her front gate. As he walked home, the flaming colours in the western sky seemed brighter, the air smelled sweeter and the last twittering of the birds more melodious.

Later in the week, George mentioned to Carl that the Baptist church in their suburb was running social evenings for young people under 25. It was just down the hill from Danielle's house. To Carl, it seemed like the ideal opportunity for him to have an evening out with her that her parents would support.

The socials consisted of a series of active games for older teens and young adults -- like musical chairs, limbo or pass the parcel. When the game required the boy to lift the girl off the floor and carry her, Carl savoured the way he could feel Danielle's breast pressing against his chest as he held her. Even better were the odd occasions when he would misjudge where his hand was when he lifted her, so it ended up on her bare outer thigh. On one particularly memorable occasion when Carl lifted her up, her right leg slipped out of his grasp completely and he found himself holding her just by her left leg. Danielle clung tightly to him with an arm around his neck. Fortunately, her full skirt hid where his hand was located. When it had slipped off her right leg, it had ended up on the inner thigh of her left leg. Carl had never had his hand in such an intimate place before and Danielle had never had a boy's hand there before either. They both looked at each other but nothing was said. She gave no indication of how she felt about his hand being in such an intimate place, but seemed to assume, correctly, that, as it was the only time it happened, it must have been accidental.

From then on, they usually dated once a week. Most times their dates were at a church social or attending musical concerts in town. When they travelled into the city, she wore her hair up in a French roll. Carl loved the way that emphasized the line of her elegant neck. Some stray wisps of auburn hair at the nape of her neck, would form little dark curls on the edge of her hairline, softening it slightly. He noticed that young guys would often look at them, eyeing Danielle admiringly and probably lustfully. Each night when Carl walked her home, they would spend a couple of hours standing on the porch outside her front door, holding hands or cuddling. Danielle had made it clear that she didn't want to start kissing straight away, so it took him a while to get around to asking her for one. He planned that, when it happened, she could stand at floor level and he could go down onto the top step of the stairs. That way their faces and mouths would be closer together.

She always seemed surrounded by a delicate floral fragrance. Carl thought it may have been from the body powder that she used, or it could have been from a very sparing application of perfume. Whatever it was, it complemented her natural scent perfectly. One night, they came home quite late from a recital of Handel's Messiah. It was the first time either of them had heard its soaring anthems. They had been going out for about four weeks by then, so Carl decided an appropriately respectful interval had elapsed for him to ask again for a kiss. He inquired whether she would do him a special favour and give him a good night kiss. She smiled shyly and whispered that she'd love to. Her coral-pink lips looked perfect for kissing. He took a step down off the porch. As he'd hoped, that brought their faces to almost the same level. As Carl bent his head slightly to kiss her, she tilted her head back to receive his tentative mouth. Her warm lips were divine to kiss -- as delicate and sweet as rose petals. Carl felt a rush of intense pleasure surging through his being for the duration of that long kiss. The Hallelujah chorus was ringing in his ears.

He could have held that kiss all night, but he didn't want to outstay his welcome. They said a gentle goodnight to each other and he set off for home. Danielle stood on the porch smiling at him as she watched him go. It took him an effort to keep walking and not go back for another tender kiss.

By this time Carl could see that she adhered rigorously to her family's strong Christian faith. (A more cynical person may have used the word "religiously.") Carl was at an age where he was trying to make sense of the rights and wrongs of the world. In retrospect, he would decide that, combined with the affection he felt for Danielle and his desire to do the moral thing had made him susceptible to the enticements of religion. His parents had some belief in God but never went to church. His grandmother had been a Catholic but told him that she had become disillusioned with the wealth and despotism of the Roman church. At the time, Carl decided that if he was going to have any kind of relationship with Danielle, they'd need to share the same beliefs.

So, he was easy prey for an evangelical religion seeking to lure converts into the faith. Carl even gave up working at the fruit market on Sundays. Instead, he started going to church, but he didn't want to be so obvious as to travel to the adjacent suburb where Danielle and her family went to church. He started going to the local Baptist Church which ran the socials as an alternative, especially because it just happened to be further down her street. Both going and coming, Carl had to walk past her house. His heart would beat faster every time he approached it, in case she happened to be home and saw him going past. Often, she would see him approaching and come out to chat. Being in love and a now new convert to Christianity, Carl was on a euphoric high. Indeed, he rejoiced that he had found both love and redemption with this stunningly beautiful girl.

Again, out of respect both for her and her beliefs, which he had now embraced fully, Carl never tried to touch her sexually, nor did they French kiss. He felt reluctant to try because, given her puritan leanings, he was sure that he would lose her. He assumed that to do or suggest anything covertly sexual would horrify her. But that didn't stop him from having all the natural reactions of a now nineteen-year-old man to her sexiness. Even though he never dared to insert his togue between her ripe lips, Carl kept having involuntary and instantaneous erections. He was completely accustomed to them now. Like Raelene, she never backed off when it happened, so he thought neither of them must have been able to feel its tumescent state against them. With more experience, a couple of years later, he was pretty sure that they must have felt his swollen desire pressing firmly against them as they kissed. Too late, he concluded that, if they were staying pressed against him because they liked it, he probably could have been more daring in progressing the erotic side of their relationship.

For his part, he was always agonizingly conscious of the softness of her shapely body pressed against his. He was content with just enjoying the delights of Danielle's ripe breasts pushing into his diaphragm. Not only was she shyly attractive, she was perfectly proportioned, with a narrow waist and a nice balance between her flared hips and her billowing bosom. Her voluptuous shape was obvious enough in the close-fitting outfits she wore, but it was put beyond doubt when she was in her swimsuit. Her sex appeal was confirmed when she went to stay with her aunt who lived at a beach resort in Central Queensland. While she was sitting on the beach in her white one-piece costume, under a broad brimmed hat, a local newspaper photographer asked if he could take some shots of her. Next morning her photo took up a quarter of the paper's front page. Carl kept a copy of that photo for years, only discarding it when he was about to marry his future wife.

Then there were the occasional glimpses of a bit more than Carl had bargained for. Fortunately for him, Danielle sometimes wore necklines low enough for a tall man like him to see the tops of her breasts. The necklines were hardly plunging, but sometimes they would stand away from her chest to reveal her impressive cleavage, even more so when she bent over. When Carl had learned a bit more about bra sizes, he estimated that she wore a C cup. She really did have beautiful breasts and the sight of the deep valley between those enticing hemispheres kept the fires of passion burning in him constantly. There were times, while she was sitting beside him, that he could see tantalizingly close to her nipples when she breathed out and the tops of her breasts would fall away inside the cups on her bra.

There were two particular occasions when she gave him the most beguiling glimpses of her feminine charms, which he would always remember. One Sunday on his way home from his church down the road, he called into her house. She had been away from work the previous day, so he called in to check whether she was okay. If she didn't answer the door, it would mean either she was too ill to come out or that she was at church with her family. When she did not answer after an appropriate time, he turned to leave. He had taken a few steps when she opened the door.

She had just stepped out of the shower, so she'd come to the door wearing a hastily donned bath robe buttoned chastely to the neck. When she invited him in and they sat down, he saw immediately that she had left one of the buttons undone. The front of her robe had popped open over the third button. Carl could see she had nothing on underneath because, through the gap, he had a side view of her right breast. It was firm, full and the colour of white silk. He stopped breathing when he noticed the arresting profile of the sweeping curve of pale flesh which culminated in his first sighting of her broad areola. It matched the rich pink colour of her lips and was tipped with a thick domed nipple. Carl's palm itched as he imagined slipping his hand inside there to hold and caress the smooth surface of her divinely soft breast.

Carl looked down to see whether his resultant erection was showing obviously. It was. So he hurriedly covered it with the bible he was carrying. He could have remained there looking at her superb boob all day, but he knew her family would be home within the next half hour. It wouldn't be a good look for her family to see their daughter sitting beside him wearing only a bathrobe and nothing else. Danielle must have been having similar thoughts because she did not object when he said he should be going.

The second voyeur thrill she gave him was the most provocative glimpse of her body that he would ever see. It happened while they were having a lunchtime picnic in a park. They had just finished eating and were seated on a blanket, when a plastic bag started to blow away. Danielle was wearing a loose cotton top and a short skirt. As she leant over backwards to retrieve the plastic bag, she drew up her knees and lifted her feet from the blanket. Her legs were slightly apart so that she could maintain her balance.

At first Carl saw a flash of the smoothest white thigh he'd ever seen. Even more breathtaking was the clear view she gave him of her sheer nylon panties. They were pressed so tightly against her pussy that he could see the dense thicket of auburn hair on the mound between her legs. It was flattened into thick swirls, like grass in a field ravaged by wind. His balls ached when he realised that, through the flimsy material, he could make out each individual chestnut whorl. They were clearly delineated because they were pressed flat under the diaphanous white fabric. That fleeting glimpse was the most erotic visual image he had ever seen. Frustratingly, the double layer of material in the gusset of her knickers covered the lower half of her pussy, so she retained some of her mystery but that quick flash of her briefs and her compressed russet pubic tresses sent his imagination soaring. For years afterward, it would inspire his wanking sessions.

They had been going together for fifteen months when Danielle told him that the family had decided to shift to New Zealand and had insisted that she should go with them. Carl had thought that, in time, he and Danielle may well have given into their desire for each other and hopefully get married. But now that prospect evaporated. The time between hearing this news about their departure and the event itself seemed to pass at the speed of light. The family were going to travel to Newcastle by train, where they would farewell her father's relatives, before continuing on to Sydney to catch a plane across the Tasman Sea to Auckland.

Carl went to the station to say goodbye. With so many of their friends and her family there looking on, they gave each other the briefest of kisses. The last image Carl had of her was seeing her standing opposite him behind a sealed carriage window, as the train began to pull slowly away. She had tears streaming down her lovely cheeks. Suddenly his eyes were welling up too. Through a blur of tears, they watched each other sliding away.

They wrote to each other every week, pledging their love but eventually she wrote to tell him she had met someone new. Even though Carl knew the chances of them ever being together again were remote, he was devastated. To his shame and regret, he was so shattered that he could not bring himself to reply. She had been the first real love of his life.

About ten years later, Carl heard that she had eventually married her new boyfriend who had by then become a doctor. Carl found himself imagining her new lover caressing her naked body, becoming as insistently aroused by it, as he still continued to be. Had she enjoyed her new lover exploring all her intimate places with his eyes and fingers before finally then inserting his cock into her lovely hairy pussy for the first time. He tormented himself by fantasising how that moment would have felt for both of them.

In the months after he stopped writing to Danielle, he continued to attend church each Sunday. But the incentive to do so was less important now. However, the social activities put on for young adults still gave him a chance to meet other girls.

LEANNE

George told him that a new girl, who had attended their former school had started coming to the church socials. Her name was Leanne. Carl and George had both known her at their primary school where she was in the grade below theirs. According to George, she had become a real flirt. It was soon obvious that her motivation for attending the social evenings, was not so much from religious conviction but as a convenient way to hook up with boys. She had grown into a pretty young woman of medium height, maybe a tinge on the chubby side. She wore her honey blonde hair straight and short. What fascinated most young men, was her pair of shapely and perky tits. The bras she wore made them look really pointy and always kept them well separated. As George said, her bras were "sheep dog bras" -- designed to round them up and point them in the right direction.

However, the feature that Carl remembered most and found most alluring was the colour of her eyes. They were sapphire blue. Then there was the way she looked directly at him and held his gaze. They started going together when the social group went to a weekend camp at a Baptist centre on the Gold Coast. Although fraternizing between the sexes was strictly verboten, they had managed to find fifteen minutes or so to meet after dark. Carl discovered that Leanne certainly had the hots for him. When he kissed her, she had responded hungrily, opening her mouth and tonguing him eagerly. Unsurprisingly Carl found the suggestive use of her tongue made old faithful respond instantly, so he responded in kind, not expertly, but certainly enthusiastically.

At the same time, she had begun grinding her body against him. The way she rubbed herself on him made him suspect that she must surely have been aware of the excited state of his prick. There was only a brief opportunity to fondle her nicely proportioned breasts outside her cotton top before the warning bell for lights out sounded and everyone was expected to return to their large segregated dormitories. If any bed was empty, it would be seen by the staff who came to check if anyone was missing. So, Carl and Leanne had no option but to return their separate dorms.

As well as single sex dormitories, the camp had communal showers, also segregated by sex. They were in two separate large sheds -- one for males and one for females. Unlike the school showers, they had no cubicles, no interior walls or curtains and the shower heads were installed nakedly along a side wall. The first time Carl had a shower there, he went with George. The place was already busy so they had to wait for other guys to finish. Carl and George sat with towels around their waists to wait until a shower became available. Carl found seeing so many other guys undressed was surprisingly exciting. While he and George were chatting, he amused himself by checking out all the male packages on show while trying hard not to stare.

Eventually two adjacent showers were vacated, so Carl and George dropped their towels, hung them up and walked across to the wet area. Karl had a wonderful feeling of freedom from having his cock and balls swinging unrestricted and feeling only the air on them. There was also something really sexy about having his family jewels on full display for anyone who cared to look. When they had first removed their towels, he'd noted that, unlike Carl's, George's penis was not circumcised - a rare feature in those days. He would discover many years later that the rate of circumcision for Boomers at that time in Australia was about 80 per cent. But by the 2020's the ratio of cut to uncut had reversed, with only about 20 per cent of newborn boys being circumcised. After some research, he found that Australia seemed to be following medical opinion and the lead being provided by Northern and Central European countries where the rate of circumcision hovered around 1%, but moving away from the much higher rates in Muslim, Jewish and equatorial African countries (in the 90% range) and even from the USA (71%).

In subsequent showers, Carl made it his mission to see how many differences he could observe on other guys' cocks. That night, Carl began ruminating on what lay behind his interest in George's cock -- and other cocks too, for that matter. At first, he wondered if he could have been gay. But that wouldn't account for his far greater interest in women. He had been deeply in love with Danielle and had hoped to marry her. He had no romantic feelings whatsoever for George. He felt strong desire for Leanne, but had zero inclination to kiss George, let alone to love or marry him. He concluded that his interest in George amounted to no more than sexual curiosity and voyeurism. Carl decided his sexual orientation must lie somewhere between bi and straight. If the opportunity ever arose, he would be open to touching and wanking another man's cock, but that would be his limit. He had zero interest in doing anything beyond that. Because he could not find a definitive name for it, he resolved to call his inclinations "bi-lite."

During daylight hours at the camp, there was time set aside each afternoon for swimming and relaxing on the nearby surfing beach. Carl discovered just how spectacular Leanne's sexy body looked when she came down to the beach with him. She was wearing a very fetching and quite skimpy candy-pink bikini which featured narrow black borders around the triangles of fabric which made up the two parts. His interest increased exponentially when he realised that he could see her nipples protruding unmistakably through the material of her top. (The term "pokies" was unknown to him other than as the Australian abbreviation for poker machines.) There were occasional stares of disapproval from some of the straight-laced camp leaders, but all the young guys looked at her with genuine interest and looked at Carl with genuine envy. The couple spread their towels and sat on them.

Carl asked Leanne if she would rub some sunscreen on his back, which she did readily. Then he offered to do her back and the back of her legs. She sat looking at the surf rolling in and crashing onto the sandy beach while he knelt behind her to apply the sun cream. From that position he had a tantalising view down her deep cleavage and a very satisfying amount of bare skin showing on her opulent breasts. Looking down further, he saw that she was sitting with her legs slightly apart, allowing him to spot a few errant curls of pale pubic hair which had escaped around the borders of her bikini bottom. Carl couldn't help recalling the pleasurable feelings he had when Pam, Raelene and Danielle had provided him with similar voyeuristic opportunities. Then she lay face down for him to do the backs of her legs. As he was using both hands on the tops of her parted legs, he was wondering how it would feel to run the palm of his hand up her inner thigh towards her plump pubic mound. While his hands were gliding over her bare skin, he knew his cock would again betray its state of arousal, so he pretended to wipe his hands on his towel and then let it fall over his lap. After finishing his sunscreen mission, he lay face down on his towel beside her looking out to sea as he kept the conversation going with her.

Suddenly she jumped up and ran down to the surf calling Carl to come for a swim. Luckily, his erection had subsided enough for him to follow. There was little breeze, so the surf was flat, making it easy to get out into the calm water beyond the breakers. They squatted down so that only their heads and shoulders were visible above the surface to anyone looking from the beach. Careful to keep a little distance between them, Leanne reached out underwater and, to his great surprise, put her hand down the front of his trunks. Carl felt her hand wrap around his cock, instantaneously restoring it to full rigidity. He reciprocated by sliding his fingers under the edge of her bikini bottom to feel around for her pussy. Despite his total lack of expertise at fingering a pussy, with a little guidance from Leanne, he was able to find her warm slit and run his middle finger up and down it a few times before the whistle blew -- the signal to return to the beach and head for the showers. That was the most intimate touching they managed to get while they were on camp. On the way back home in the coach, Carl asked her if she would like to go out to the cinema with him. She readily agreed.

A few nights later, he picked her up in his car and took her to the sexiest film being screened at the time, "just to get her in the mood," he told George later. Someone told him that there was a sexy new British film showing in town - Come Play With Me. There was a big audience. Carl had hoped to find a couple of seats in the back row where they could engage in some intimate touching but they ended up in the middle of a row with people all around them. So his plans were thwarted. However, she did sit close to him, with her leg pressed against his. He wanted to put his hand up her skirt and caress her inner thigh and hopefully go even further. But it was out of the question now. The consolation for him was that during the raunchy parts, she held his arm against her breast and slowly rubbed it from side to side.

On the way home, as he had planned, Carl parked in a quiet corner of a large public park. He slid across to start kissing her. But she put a hand on his chest to tell him some news. She had applied to join a training course as an air hostess with a major international airline and was waiting for a reply to see if she had been accepted. (This of course was in the era before non-gendered language and unisex work roles became the norm. Today the term "cabin crew" covers that diversity.) They spoke about her application briefly and then began kissing.

While they held the kiss, Carl began to explore Leanne's body with his hands. He was hoping to go much further than he'd ever gone before with a woman. First, he unbuttoned the front of her blouse and slipped his hand inside. She had conveniently worn a front fastening bra and unhooked it for him. His right hand made its way reverently under the loose cup covering her left breast and contacted the satin skin underneath. As he cupped her breast, its pliant mass moved enticingly. This was definitely another first for Carl, but he was sure it wasn't for Leanne. His hand was now filled with deliciously soft smooth flesh. He took his time savouring the warmth and softness enclosed in his hand.

As he tested the heft of her breast, he could feel her nipple nestled in the centre of his palm. To his delight, he discovered that she had large puffy nipples. He hadn't expected that! Leanne responded to his touch by moaning huskily. He leant down and took her nipple into his mouth. As his lips closed gently around it, he could just make out its size in the muted light from the one distant street light. He began to suckle on her, feeling the rush of his hormones and found himself trembling with excitement. He nibbled the hard nubbin at the tip and flickered it rapidly with his tongue, producing little tremors in the soft tissue. Crossing the deep cleft between her breasts, his lips were drawn to the pliant flesh of her right breast and the circular stain of its swollen areola. He was soon in a frenzy, flashing from one breast to the other, caressing her baby-soft skin with his lips and gradually increasing the suction on her nipples. He drew them out like elastic - stretching them, lifting the weight of each breast. Her fierce response took Carl to a whole new level tremulous arousal by knowing that he was having the same powerful effect on her as she was having on him.

The next thing he knew, Leanne was lifting her hips, hoisting up her skirt and slipping off her panties. She almost pleaded with him to touch her. Carl placed the flat of his hand on her stomach and began to move down to the springy bush growing on her pubic mound. He felt the wonderful sensation of her thatch rasping the palm of his hand while his fingers explored the intricate folds inside. Her pussy was fully dilated and generously lubricated. This was new territory for him as he worked his fingers ever deeper into the moist interior parts of her pussy, searching for her clitoris. When he located it, he discovered it was about the size of the tip of his little finger. With the pad of his middle digit, he massaged its slippery surface while strumming her thick and sodden inner lips with his other fingers. Suddenly Leanne grasped his wrist and clamped her legs together as her orgasm possessed her. This was not only the first female orgasm he'd ever witnessed. It boggled his mind that he was the one solely responsible for such a frenzied response. It seemed to dispell to the myth that women's orgasms were not as intense as men's.

After a brief interlude of recovery, she began writhing around, then grabbed his wrist and began masturbating herself vigorously with his finger. It took ages before her climax exhausted itself. While she was on her orgasmic high, Carl began to unzip his pants to free his cock. He was sure he was about to lose his cherry but she stopped him as soon as she saw what he was doing. She told him that she made it a rule that one of them always had to have their pants on. That way she wasn't going to get pregnant. Anyway, mindful of the likelihood of meeting a religious guy or even one who thought that virgo intacta was a prerequisite in a fiancée, she was determined to preserve her virginal status although she was happy to go as far as heavy petting. Because she had promised her parents to be home before 1.00 am, Carl would have to wait for his turn on another night.

The next time they went out in the car, Leanne delivered on her promise. No sooner had he switched off the engine than she was unzipping him and pulling his trousers down to his knees. His jocks immediately followed, but with some difficulty because his cock was stiff and its head was hooked under the waistband. Once she'd freed it, her hand explored the contours of his knob, her fingers seeking out all the sensitive places. She ran a finger around its prominent coronal ridge before lightly touching the taut skin on his frenulum with the tip of her finger. Then, enclosing his shaft in a firm grasp, her other hand worked its way under his balls and massaged them gently. Carl could not stop himself from emitting a deep and powerful groan. Leanne then started a slow pumping rhythm with her right hand, running her hand up and down on his shaft with the same firm grip.

Carl reached for her but she shook her head.

"Let me do it to you," she whispered. He was in no fit state to argue. His hips rose and fell in time with her deliberate pumping. She leant over the sleek knob and kissed the bead of pre-cum which had leaked from the slit on the tip. Carl's balls were turning somersaults. Leanne then engulfed the head completely in her mouth, running the tip of her tongue all around it. At the same time, she continued to work the shaft, all the while supporting the weight of his balls in the palm of her other hand. Carl could feel the inevitable about to happen. The sensations of pleasure were awesome and exquisite. A few moments later, he was racked by the shuddering and sensual earthquake of his first orgasm from a woman's hand and mouth. It had him thrashing around and gasping as his iron-hard cock ejected spurt after spurt of milky white fluid while Leanne placed a hand over the knob to prevent the front of the car being sprayed with cum. When the spasms died down, Carl's cock and Leanne's hands were covered with a dribbling coat of sticky fluid. She looked at him with big eyes. "Whew!" was all she said. Carl was beyond speech. He reached for the box of tissues and, together, they cleaned each other up.

Carl saw Leanne only one more time. He'd never thought of her as a long-term prospect, not least because she was prepared to offer her charms to any males who showed an interest in her. More salient for Carl, was the struggle he was experiencing with reconciling Leanne's promiscuity with her apparent religious devotion.

Despite these qualms, he thought he should not just drop Leanne without touching on how she was able to compartmentalise these apparently incompatible behaviours. He phoned her to see if they could meet somewhere private for a chat. Before he could mention why he'd phoned, she told him excitedly that she'd been accepted for the air hostess training course. She said she had to be in Sydney the following week to start. Then she invited him around to her house for the evening. She would be alone so there shouldn't be any interruptions. When she opened the door to him, she was wearing a pale green see-through nightie. The pink roundels of her nipples and the dark shadow between her legs proclaimed that it was all that she was wearing. As soon as he went inside, Leanne closed the door and leapt on him.

So much for a serious discussion. She pushed him back into a lounge chair and planted herself directly in front of him, arms akimbo and legs wide apart. She leaned forward to give him an unimpeded view of her dangling tits, with their swollen areolas. Carl looked down across the undulation of her tummy, to the fuzzy fringe below. It was paler and sparser than Danielle's had been. He was an easy mark for her enticement. He eased the nightie off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Then his hands found their way under the base of her breasts to hold them, his palms serving like the cups of her bra. He took his time assessing their weight and admired her puffy nipples perched on the tips, looking like miniature versions of breasts.

Carl then placed one hand palm upwards between her parted thighs. He cupped her cunt and gave it a few gentle squeezes before sliding his middle finger between her moist folds. While he was fingering her pussy, Leanne began tugging on his belt to release his straining tumescence. Carl reminded her about her embargo on both of them having their underpants off at the same time. Leanne said she had known him long enough now to trust him. She still didn't want to go all the way, but, other than that, she was up for whatever took their fancy. Then she pushed his trousers down to his knees. "Anyway," she added, looking at his legs still in his trousers, "you're pretty restricted now, so I have you at an advantage. I don't think you'll be going anywhere, hobbled like that." Carl decided to surrender and reached for her hand and wrapped it around his stiff dick. Leanne could never wait to wrap her fingers around a good stiff dick. Her small hands struggled to encircle it. At least his shaft could comfortably accommodate both her hands in a golfer's grip.

He lay back to watch her push his underpants down away from his erection. It was standing swollen and bolt upright. At first, her fingers caressed it lightly, beginning around his balls, trailing up the stem to the large, cupola shaped head. With a fingertip, she brushed its fine vellum smoothness before stroking his sensitive frenulum again. Every touch produced a leaping reflex of pleasure, which culminated in her drawing it to her in an eager grasp. A large bead of clear pre-cum was oozing from his slit and starting to trickle down the stem. It was a gift Leanne could not resist. She licked the fluid with the tip of her tongue, savouring its masculine flavour. Carl moaned spontaneously at the delicacy of her touch and was rewarded by her gripping his shaft more firmly. Leanne was always fascinated by the way the sturdy core of an excited cock remained stiff and unyielding, yet the outer sheath of skin covering remained soft, supple and free to move up and down over the solid centre. When she saw he was getting close, she asked him to go with her into the bathroom. She wanted to watch the spectacle of him shooting his load.

With her hand still wrapped around his cock, she led him into the shower cubicle. She stood alongside him and recommenced milking his solid flesh. She didn't expect him to reach his thresh-hold so quickly. It took only a few seconds until his penis began bucking and she felt the surges of cum rippling under her grip. She let go to watch the entire eruption. She was not disappointed. The first spurt shot up as far as the shower head followed by more equally strong surges. Pale spurts of semen were being launched out of the swollen tip, each time the stem leapt reflexively. She estimated there must have been over a dozen. Her hand was awash with his white viscous fluids. Carl's inarticulate groans of sexual ecstasy were subsiding gradually into slow panting.

As his composure returned, he suggested they should clean up, so they shared a shower just warm enough to take the chill from the water. After towelling off, they lay naked side by side on her bed. Carl took their recovery period as an opportunity to broach his thoughts about religion and his decision to stop going to their church and the socials. He explained his thinking to her and that he never understood how she reconciled that contradiction in her mind. Leanne surprised him by saying that she had no particular interest in religion or the church, but she did enjoy seducing the randy young men she met at the socials. As long as she attended the church services regularly, her parents were not going to complain. She acknowledged that neither she nor Carl were emotionally invested in their relationship, which appeared to be based primarily on a strong desire for casual sex. For now, at least, she was happy to go along with her parents' wishes that she should remain as a member of the church. She'd really enjoyed the fun they had together, so there would be no hard feelings on her part if they went their separate ways when she began her course.

As if to demonstrate the sincerity of her words, she took his hand and placed it on her fuzzy mound. Carl ventured a finger into the slit between her supple inner lips and caressed her vestibule. Women would regularly admire the size of his hands and his long elegant fingers. Leanne had been frustrated by the number of guys who kept touching her in the wrong place, or a series of wrong places, or no place at all. So she was grateful that Carl seemed to know what to do. That sense of gratitude gave way to an irrepressible hunger. When his finger first encountered her flow of wetness, he knew that her body was responding again, but he deliberately withheld the pleasure she craved. He touched her entrance and encountered a pool of warm liquid. Leanne's hips lifted up off the bed as she gave a prolonged moan of appreciation and whimpered her yearning for him to continue. He eased his entire finger into her then rotated and swirled it around inside her, before curling it under her pubic bone to stroke the roof of her vagina.

Meanwhile, to locate her clitoral hood, he used the tip of his thumb, to follow her inner lips to the junction at the top of her slit. Lifting the loose cowl, he swirled the pad of his thumb over the fleshy bead nestled there. Carl knew instinctively what she wanted him to do. He rubbed her clit in a polishing motion while, simultaneously, his finger plunged in and out her slippery depths.

He wanted to keep her in this limbo of desperation ... at the same time observing that she was getting close to the brink. She couldn't possibly fail to come now; so he kept going, kept going.... Suddenly her pussy was thrumming and Leane was rolling around from the explosive sensations radiating from her pussy to the extremities of her body. He kept pushing through her orgasm and then two more before she begged him to stop. Utterly spent, she lay spreadeagled with her delicate parts dilated and on full display.

Half an hour later, as Carl was driving back home, he brought his aromatic fingers to his nose, inhaling Leanne's spicy scent and triggering a warm glow of satisfaction which radiated throughout his being.

Carl never saw Leanne again, not because they'd decided to go their separate ways, or because she didn't want to see him again, but because she was constantly on the move. Once she had become a cabin attendant, most of her rostered flights began and ended in Sydney. So she rented a unit there. Six months later she'd hooked up with a well-heeled businessman who would fly as a first-class passenger. A few months later she moved into his apartment with him. In hindsight, Carl thought that was probably a good thing for the three of them. At the end of his Gap Year, he was about to begin his university course in earnest. The last thing he needed or wanted while he was finishing his studies was to get embroiled in the kind of serious relationship he'd had with Danielle.

REASSESSMENT OF RELIGION

His romps with Leanne had triggered second thoughts about Carl's religious views. He'd always had pangs of guilt about his strong sexual desires, first with Danielle and now it had happened with Leanne. His lust seemed to be at complete odds with the dire religious dictates about the "sins of the flesh" such as lustful thoughts, premarital sex and masturbation. He felt disturbed by the feelings of hypocrisy when he professed a Christian faith and then gave in to the urge to masturbate.

Deep down, he questioned whether he had simply used religion as a way of ingratiating himself with religious women. And yet he'd just catered comprehensively for his sexual appetite with Leanne who, despite being a regular church-goer, seemed to be completely unfazed by the church's teachings about sinful desires. By the time Leanne explained that her interest in the church was more venal than spiritual, he had begun to question and reassess the entire concept of religion.

Carl mulled over the proposition that the first pillar of religion is faith. That concept had always troubled him. Now he was seriously questioning it. It seemed obvious to him that simply believing something, did not make it true. Blind acceptance of anything was something he could not countenance. The more he read the Bible, the more contradictions he found that simply defied logic. He'd heard people of faith proclaim that when they struggled with a decision, they had prayed and God had spoken to them, or they heard God calling them. They were supremely confident that God had actually guided them to the right decision. Their fellow believers would all nod in agreement.

Carl had tried praying, but had no sense that some supernatural being was actually listening. Around that time, he saw the film "The Ruling Class" where Peter O'Toole played Jack Gurney, a demented earl who thought he was God. One particularly insightful line stuck in Carl's memory. When asked how he knew he was God, Gurney said he'd tried praying to God but then realised that he was just talking to himself. Carl immediately embraced that line. He decided that unquestioning faith was just as dangerous to the human race as unquestioning obedience.

The second difficulty Carl experienced was the matter of hypocrisy. He had felt this strongly when he was with Danielle. Now it had happened with Leanne. While preachers were adamant about the need for single people to practise abstinence from sex, Carl was constantly having lustful thoughts about Danielle and Leanne. The simple truth was that the pleasures of a woman's body pressing against him were addictive. He relished the way his cock automatically inflated and stiffened, accompanied by the gratifying sensations of warmth, tingling sensitivity and a yearning ache for sex. Afterwards, he would surrender to his urgent need to masturbate, fantasising about seeing one of them naked then fucking her with unrestrained lust.

The more Carl examined the logic (or the lack of it) in religious faith, the more he embraced the view that religion was no more than superstition writ large. The evidence that science and humanism provided to explain the mysteries of the universe and to offer an intellectually and morally satisfying basis for coming to terms with all aspects of life seemed far more rational than the lazier option of faith. He preferred to hold our amazing material universe in awe than some sky god that was apparently no more than a fanciful chimera of the mind.

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