Catholic Style =============== They kiss again, deeply, and it's about twenty seconds before they come up for air. "I didn't know this was going to happen when you invited me in," he tells her. "I did." She looks smug. "It is... happening, then? Like, are we going to go to bed?" "I sure hope so." She plants some more kisses on him, this time little feathery ones around the side of his face. "Well, cool. I kinda hoped we would when I offered to take you home. I got us some condoms..." He pulls a two-pack out of his pocket. She frowns. "Sorry, I can't use those. Like I told you earlier, I'm a Catholic - hey, I may not have gone to church lately, but you don't stop being a Catholic just because of that. And the Pope's not real keen on us using condoms, y' know?" "I thought the Pope wasn't too keen on you having sex before marriage, either?" "Well," she shrugs, "sometimes doctrine has to yield to practicality, you know? And, hey - we can always go to confession and get forgiven for everything." "Hmm. Well.. what are we going to do, then?" He's already resigning himself to having to settle for a blowjob tonight. "Let me see... I tell you what, we'll do it Catholic-style." "Catholic-style?" He laughs. "What's that?" "You'll see, I'll show you. And don't laugh, a billion people around the world are Catholic, we're the norm, you're the minority." She winks and starts unbuttoning her blouse. "...Right. So I won't be needing these condoms, I guess?" "Nope. Not allowed. Just take your pants off." She pulls the blouse off and slings it over a chair, pauses to give him another deep kiss on the mouth, and starts unbuttoning her jeans. "Cool," he says, sticking the foil packet back in his pants. "Woah, you don't waste much time, do you? I never thought Catholic girls would be so..." "What?" "Well, I thought they might be a bit more... like, shy, or repressed." "No way," she tells him, throwing her bra on the floor, "you must be thinking of nuns or something. Everybody knows Catholic girls are the hottest." "So I see!" He starts yanking his t-shirt over his head, trying to catch her up. By the time he chucks his briefs away, though, she's totally naked and curled in the middle of the bed, like a smug cat. "So how do we do this?" he asks, climbing onto the bed and moving up to her, one exploring hand on her flank. "Don't you know?" she retorts, turning onto her back and stretching. He swats her ass and mock-growls. "I mean, how do we do it 'Catholic style'." "Just do it to me. When you get close, pull out!" "Fair enough," he says, and climbs on top of her. After a bit of amorous maneuvering and a few kisses, he positions himself between her eager thighs, guiding his prick into her with one thick hand. She gasps and pushes up at him, and he gives it to her inch by inch until her eyes roll up. "Well I grew up a Protestant... and I dated Protestant girls... and we did it pretty much like this," he grunts, in between slow thrusts. "But I bet you used condoms with them," she whispers in his ear. "Yup," he gasps. "Isn't it better without a condom?" "Yup," "Yup what?" "Yup, it feels better without a condom," he admits. "Why does it feel better without a condom?" "Because... your pussy feels fantastic! Now sweetheart, please be quiet and let me get on with it..." She falls silent, with a smug look on her face, and gets on with the serious business of rocking her hips into his. It's not long before his rhythm speeds up and he starts to breathe shallowly. "Oh, fuck. I'm really close!" he gasps. He pulls back and rises to his knees over her, grabbing his cock and quickly tugging it, the head pointed at her tits. "No!" she says urgently, grabbing his hand. "Don't. You can't toss yourself off. Don't you know, that's the sin of Onan, who spilt his seed on the ground." "Well, I was going to spill it on your tits, actually. So what AM I supposed to do?" he asks, baffled. "Look, put it back in for a minute. Just wait till you get really close this time. Don't cum! but keep going until you're just about to. Then pull out and slide it along my pussy lips. Keep doing that til you cum. That's what Catholic style is! Go on," she says, opening her legs, "try it, you'll like it." Looking a bit dubious, he gets back between her legs, pushes his softening penis back into her and starts to work it again. She starts planting hot kisses on his chin and neck, and it's not long before he's back at his peak. "I'm almost there!" he hisses. "Three more strokes," she insists, "one, two, three - quick! get out!" She grabs the cock as it emerges from her, presses it against her mound. She works her hips downwards until the hard shaft is pressing against her clit, then starts humping against it, holding him close with her arms and legs and nuzzling into his neck. The hot, slick friction of her labia brings him off in a few seconds; he groans and gushes semen onto her belly, squirt after squirt. But she's not done yet; "Don't... you... dare... stop!" she grits, gripping his butt and working her pelvis frantically against him. Body fluids smear everywhere as she humps him; he groans and tries to pull away, but she keeps going until she gets her orgasm, nails digging into his back. There is a long pause, punctuated by gasps as they both try to get their breath back. Finally he sits up and casts a critical eye at her. She's flopped back and is lying, languid and sticky, beside him. "Look, hon," he says, "you're a TOTAL mess. Look at you! You've got spunk sprayed all over you - it's on your tits, it's on your stomach, it's on your thighs, and it's ALL over your pussy. I'm really hoping you're not pregnant right now. If this is the Pope's idea of safe sex, I don't think much of it." She sits up and starts dabbing herself with the corner of the sheet, not looking in the least worried. "It's OK," she says. "How is that OK? I don't get it." "Don't worry, it's quite all right... I'm on the Pill!" "Phew!" He sighs and lies back. "You had me worried." "Yeah, sorry." She smiles at him. "I've actually been taking it for years." "Isn't that just slightly against your religion? No, actually, let me guess... 'sometimes doctrine has to yield to practicality'?" "You got it." "And you can always go to confession, do three and a half Hail Marys and be forgiven?" "You're learning fast." They grin at each other. --------------------------------------------------------- The pill ========== The car door slams. A few seconds later, the front door opens and a young woman and a young man reel in, entangled in each other and sucking each other's faces with abandon. Already starting to tear at each other's clothes, neither of them is wasting time. These two are a new couple; tonight they met at a nightclub. They hit it off at once, and after dancing for an hour they decided to give her friends the slip and go back to her place to 'do the nasty'. They break the kiss. "Upstairs," she says breathlessly. "Hold on - I have to go to the bathroom. Meet you up there." He climbs the stairs and waits for her. Spotting a mirror on the landing, he pauses to check his hair, to open the top button of his shirt in a raffish sort of way. He quickly steps away from the mirror when he hears her bounding up the stairs. "You look hot," he flatters her. "Thanks!" she says, doing a quick twirl. "You're not so bad yourself." "Are you ready to get it on? I've got some condoms here..." he asks her, feeling in his pocket for the little foil squares. "Yeah, baby!" she says happily. "I've taken the pill." "Oh! ... Well good. Great." he says, abandoning the search for the condoms. "Show me... the bedroom!" She's already wrestling with his belt buckle, tugging him into her room. She gets the belt off as they stagger across the floor, entwined with each other. His jeans drop to his ankles, and he shuffles along for a couple of steps, nearly tripping up, before stopping to kick them off. She starts giggling uncontrollably as he tries to get his pants off, but stops with a hiccup of alarm when she sees his hefty erection tenting his boxers. "I'm going to suck you," she announces. "I love to sick duck... (hic!) I mean I love to suck dick!" She drops to her knees, grabs the boxers and pulls them down to join his jeans, then starts energetically licking his cock. She runs her tongue up and down it like a porn star, then shoves the end in her mouth and does her best to inhale it. "Woah!" he says, startled. "Let me just get my boxers off... oh well, never mind... hmmm.. that feels good... damn! that feels really good! ... ahh! ahh! mmmmm..." He manages to get his cock out of her hungry mouth just before she drains his balls, and quickly steps out of his boxers, dropping his shirt on the floor as well. He has faint hopes of getting his watch and socks off as well, but by that time she's already grabbed him. She pulls him down to the bed. "Your turn..." she hisses into his ear. "You can't get away with not sucking me as well!" She grabs him by the hair and pushes his face into her crotch, where she pushes it against her mound and thrusts her mons against him, letting out little growls - "mmmh! rrrrrr!" Beads of sweat are running down her forehead. "I'm sure you'd enjoy this more if you took your jeans off," he finally manages to gasp out. "Yeah baby," she replies, "fucking rip them off me! I love it..." She struggles out of her tight jeans, pushes him back onto the bed and straddles his face. Here she settles herself and begins to rock backwards and forwards, meanwhile pulling her t-shirt and bra off and throwing them on the floor. She reaches back and grabs his prick, using it to anchor herself, while attempting to push her clit down his throat. She indulges herself in this way for about twenty minutes, experiencing two large orgasms and several small ones, before rolling off. Somehow he has survived the experience, and is ready for the next round. "Are you ready to fuck me?" she asks, panting. Not waiting for an answer, she turns over and gets up on her hands and knees. "Do it from behind!" she hisses. "I love doing it doggy-style!" "Fuck, yeah," he says, and starts to hum: "You and me, baby, are nothing but mammals..." Grabbing his almost painfully swollen cock in one hand, he kneels behind her. He thinks about trying to find the condoms in his jeans, but he figures he's about due for some fun, and remembers her telling him that she'd taken the pill. Without wasting any time, he plants his plum-sized knob between her pussy lips... and pushes it all the way in without stopping. "OH, SHIT!" she screams. "FUCK, YOU'RE HUGE! OH GOD GIVE ME IT ALL!" He gives her two hard thrusts. "Take that, you bi-, um, you sexy thing!" he tells her. Then he pulls out entirely for a moment, just so he can stick it in again. He grabs her bouncing hips and starts slamming her, flattening her ass with each thrust. Her pussy feels incredibly hot, tight and wet. "Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!" she grunts, tits swinging. "Oh yeah! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You're a fucking sex god! Fuck me till I drop dead!" "Yeah, take it!" he grunts. He saws his meat in and out, occasionally pausing to give her a hard slap on her ass. "I could fuck you for hours," he tells her. "You better fuck me all night!" she replies, panting. About five seconds later, he feels a disturbingly familiar sensation in his balls. "Shit! I'm coming already," he gasps. He pulls her closer, shoves his cock in as far as it will go, and lets out a yell as he unloads into the back of her pussy. She groans and pushes back onto him. Sighing, he pulls out and collapses onto the bed. He lies back and feels a blessed relaxation drifting over him. His cooling dick lies on his thigh. What great sex, he thinks. He closes his eyes. He could go to sleep just like this... "EEEEEEEEE!" A sudden squeal of dismay makes him start bolt upright, heart hammering. She is kneeling on the bed (dripping onto the comforter, he notices) and staring at his softening wang. "What's wrong?" he says. "Where's your condom?" she says, frantically. "I thought you said you had condoms!!" He frowns in puzzlement. "I do," he gestures to his pants. "But I didn't wear one. But don't worry!" He holds up a reassuring hand. "I'm totally clean. I don't sleep round. This is totally a first for me. So don't worry about STDs or any of that nasty shit." "I thought you were going to wear a condom. Oh shit... I might be pregnant right now!" she says, pale with alarm. "But," he says, baffled, "you told me you'd taken the pill. How are ya gonna get pregnant when you're on the Pill?" She looks at him as if to say - you incredible dork. "I meant the Viagra pill!"