I will try to keep the language simple as some people reading this may not be familiar with the culture or aspects of the LDS lifestyle.
During the spring of 1996. I had less than a year to go on my mission. There had been a woman we’d been speaking to for several months who told my companion and I that she wanted to be baptized. She lived in an upper-scale neighborhood and we had been invited to eat dinner at her house on several occasions. I had been quite naive, but had participated in some of the #ncmo activities at BYU before leaving, and had grown to understand that I had a certain way with women, and without trying, I seemed to reel in the more attractive women while a lot of my friends settled for their less attractive friends. On several of my non-committal make out sessions, I had discovered an attraction to a girl who lived a few blocks away from The Brick Oven near the campus. She was slightly chubby, but my goodness, she had the most beautiful face and she was still on the fit side of thick. When we first began speaking to this slightly older, beautiful, South American socialite, I could feel the tension immediately build. I tried to ignore it, and I would go back to our small apartment and try to forget it... but I began to obsess over her.Â
One day, she invited my companion and I to her place for their Sunday dinner with her well-to-do friends and a few family members. My companion had been feeling sick the previous day, and I know that secretly, I hoped that he would become so sick he’d be incapacitated for the evening. I didn’t plan on anything physical happening, but I wanted so badly to feel the adrenaline rush that I’d been craving by being near her. One one hand, I knew I was asking for trouble (just how much, I didn’t anticipate), but I justified that I could get close to her and gain her trust, therefore we’d have a new convert... just like most people who justify things to themselves, I at least knew I wanted more than that. Secretly.
When dinner started, everyone gathered and, because my companion was so sick, I blessed the food. We were gathered around a beautiful Bolivian Rosewood table that seated nearly 30 guests. As we progressed into the evening, my companion got so sick that he asked if he could lie down on the sofa in the other room. We were all in the kitchen and we were talking about the gospel when I noticed he was asleep. I asked Lucia if I could use her rest room. I smiled boyishly, and she told me I could use the one in the master suite upstairs. I walked partially up the staircase and glanced back down, noticing her notice me. I continued up without taking my eyes off of her, and I saw her excuse herself casually, making her way through the opposite room and then winding back toward the stairs. I entered her massive bathroom and simply urinated and washed my hands. When I came out, she kissed me. Not like the girls at BYU, but like a woman who had kissed, and been kissed before. She drew me into her and then I drew her into me harder. I could feel her hand on my chest, and with two fingers, she had my shirt unbuttoned faster than I could do it myself. I looked down and saw my garments underneath by shirt... and I felt no guilt. I knew I needed to be inside of her. Not what I ever expected. I always thought that an experience like this would lead me into a guilty black hole of no return. Quite the opposite happened. My hands found her thicker, round ass, and I pulled her into my rock hard, virgin dick. I’m 6′-2″ and 185 lean pounds. My muscular chest was heaving as I breathed harder and harder, and then I felt it. My hand had pulled her evening dress up to her low back and my fingertip felt the wetness of her experienced pussy. I wanted to push my whole finger in, but I forced myself to wait. I probed and heard the sticky noises I’d later become so familiar with. I could literally see beadlets of her lubrication stretch from her pussy as my finger pulled a few inches away. She grabbed my hand and guided it into her own mouth, then pulled me toward her again and let me taste her fresh vagina all over my young tongue. Then it happened, she unzipped my pants and let my 8″cock leap from my garments. I didn’t even take them all the way off, but instead let them fall around my knees as she backed up to her bed, holding my hands.
Once she slowly laid back on her bed, she pulled her knees toward her full breasts and she took my raging dick into her hand and guided my glistening, pre-cum-covered penis into her wet, pink vagina. I had only masturbated a few times before so I wasn’t very experienced at knowing when I would climax. I thrust in and out of her until she could tell from my breath I was about to explode, then she coached me to hold on. We made love for almost 30 minutes until I couldn’t hold it any longer. When I felt it happening, I attempted to pull my big dick out of her, but she held my hard ass tight and I pumped at least 8 loads of years of built up sperm into her. She made me give it all to her, and I can not explain how dirty and sexy I felt, looking at one of the most lovely women I’ve even seen, laying on her back, full, thick body covered in droplets of sweat, and watching a waterfall of semen pour from her fucked, gaping vagina and pool all over her decorative bed spread.
That was the only time I made love to her during my mission, but I have gone back to Argentina year after year until around 2005. She got remarried that year, but I did go back one more time and made love to her once again AFTER she was a married woman. I take pride in the fact that I have come to know how a woman’s body needs to be touched, licked, talked to, and fucked. It has become a mission for me, and I feel that although I have a hard time committing to one woman only, I provide something that many women never receive. While I’m with them, I love them, and I treat their mind and body as if it was the only one in the world; the only one in the universe.Â
This is only one story out of over a hundred. I will attempt to write at least one per week until I have a reasonable amount of them recorded for prosperity. I will occasionally post pictures of myself and some of my women. I will also post pictures of any women or couples who wish to be posted, as long as it is original content. I may occasionally repost something I find interesting, but mostly, this is a space for me to share my secrets, and hopefully, for you to share yours with me as well.
