The girth of my cock was pretty large, which should have made for a tight fit in a virgin pussy, but even I felt that her soft pussy wasn't gripping my cock very well after the initial few strokes. I could only imagine what it would have been like for some guy following me in her vagina. I'm sure they would have felt totally lost in her pussy. Needless to say, it wasn't the most memorable fuck of my life with her vaginal walls applying almost no pressure on my cock. Nevertheless, Betty said she thought it was the best thing she had ever felt.
When I felt her starting to climax, I sped up the tempo to try to end my own journey quickly, but that didn't work because of the lack of sensation in my cock. However, I just continued on, finally pumping load after load of my seed deep into her womb. She was still shuddering in orgasm when I finally stopped moving. I rolled off of her, and lay there next to her thinking. I had hoped that Betty might be somebody that I might be with for a while, but sex with her just didn't have that feeling I had come to expect.
I asked Betty when her last period had ended, and she told me almost three weeks before. At least I wouldn't have to worry about her getting pregnant. We showered together and then I took her back to her dorm. I decided not to ask her out again. She was a nice girl, but she wasn't a good fit for me (in so many ways).
I also dated the other two girls that had come into the class the first day, but nothing really came from either date. When they realized that I wasn't a Mormon, it was as if I had grown horns and they quickly lost interest. Of course, they weren't the only girls that happened with at BYU. I found that girls either accepted me for who I was or they didn't. Either way, I was fine with it. There were plenty of available girls at BYU, so having some that weren't interested didn't hurt my feelings at all.
Chapter 37 -- Darlene
After I broke it off with Betty (and I had a series of uneventful dead end dates), I was once again looking for female companionship. It wasn't as if there weren't any opportunities. With single girls outnumbering single guys by 3 to 1, there were lots of girls that would consider any guy she met at BYU as a catch. You have to remember that, because BYU was a Mormon university, and since missionary service was so highly valued for guys, most of the Mormon girls were looking for a returned missionary to marry. Unfortunately for the girls, most returned missionaries already had a girl waiting for them when they returned from their missions. This meant that available single returned missionaries were a very rare commodity at BYU.
The scarcity of available returned missionaries meant that most girls were forced to lower their sights very quickly. What that meant for a lowly Catholic guy like me (who most of these girls wouldn't even consider in their home towns) was I suddenly became a possible relationship in their minds. Of course, many of the girls I dated saw me as a project, with their main goal being that I would convert to the Mormon religion before we married. Simply being at BYU, they assumed that I was favorably inclined toward the Mormon religion. They were wrong.
Most dates ended in disappointment for both of us, me not submitting to a visit from the Church missionaries (even though I was constantly being referred to the missionaries by girls), and her not wanting to go further than a kiss and maybe some under clothes touching. There were, however, girls who were willing to go a lot further than a kiss and a feel in attaining their goals.
Yes, most (if not all) of the girls I dated at BYU thought that sex before marriage was a horrible sin. However, some were willing to commit that sin and then repent, if it could result in marriage later and me being converted to the church. For most Mormon girls at BYU, they had so much faith in the rightness of their beliefs that it never occurred to them that others might disagree. The funny thing was that many of these girls didn't know their religion nearly as well as they thought they did.
Darlene was one of the girls at BYU who was willing to take a risk with me, thinking that she could just repent later. We met in a biology class (one of my last general education requirement classes), and we immediately struck up a conversation. It was soon apparent that she was struggling with the class material, so I offered to study together. That was exactly what she was hoping for, and we agreed to meet at my apartment in the evening of every day we had biology class (which was twice a week).
The first time Darlene came to my apartment, she was surprised to see that I lived alone, and she was even more surprised to see that the bed was the only place to sit in the apartment. However, she soon overcame her reticence, and we were sitting on the bed with our backs against the pillows studying together. Darlene was struggling understanding the material, so I carefully explained each concept and subject to her as we went through the book and study sheets (it helped me too since, even though I wasn't struggling, my mind retains information better when it is repeated).
Darlene was delighted whenever she understood some new point, and showed her gratitude by kissing my cheek. After a while, I started turning my head, so her kisses were landing on my lips. This startled her at first, but then she got used to kissing me on the lips and started enjoying it.
When we were wrapping it up for the evening, I decided to take a risk and pulled her toward me while we were kissing. This deepened the kiss significantly, and I was able to introduce her mouth to my tongue when she opened it to say something. Her words never formed, however, and Darlene was soon lost in the kiss and actively participating. It was obvious that she was finding it pleasurable.
I have no idea what was going through her head, but she didn't resist at all when my hands found her breasts under her top. Darlene was from southern California, and she seldom wore a bra. Therefore, when my hands slipped under her top, they were met by her bare breasts, waiting to be fondled. Darlene moaned into our kiss, and became even more passionate as we progressed. She was quickly losing all of her inhibitions, just loving the pleasurable sensations I was giving her.
I pushed her top up until I was able to slide her arms out of the sleeves, and then as I lowered my mouth to her nipples, I lifted her top from her head. If Darlene was going to protest, this would have been the time, but she didn't. Instead, she simply pulled my head toward her breasts and moaned loudly in pleasure.
Being from southern California, I was fairly sure that she had fooled around with boys before. I had met a lot of girls from southern California, and very few of them were still virgins much past their fifteenth birthday, so I wasn't expecting anything different from Darlene. She was certainly loving the feeling of me suckling on her nipples and caressing her breasts.
When I unhooked and unzipped the side of her skirt, however, I started getting negative signals. Her hand went down to hold up her skirt at first, but I was patient. I had experienced girls who were hesitant at first, only to become willing partners after their skirts and panties had been lowered, so that was what I was still somewhat expecting. While there were a lot of innocent virginal girls at BYU, I found my share of non-virgins as well. It was truly like a box of chocolates. You never knew what you were going to get until you opened the package.
When Darlene prevented me from lowering her skirt, I just moved my hand to the bottom of her skirt and let it trail up her inner thighs to her panties. At that point, she didn't know what to do. She couldn't hold her skirt and protect her panties at the same time. Added to that, I was still vigorously suckling her nipples, drawing out numerous moans and sighs of pleasure from her, and one might say that poor Darlene was somewhat distracted.
To say that she simply gave up would be a misstatement, but she no longer struggled against me. Instead, her hands went back to my head, nudging me to trade back and forth between her nipples. The result was that her skirt and panties made a slow trip down her legs and off her feet.
The playing field was now completely open, but there was still a barrier to progressing further. I needed to shed my own clothes without triggering her to resist me again. I decided to leave my shirt on, and I just slid my pants and boxers down my legs and off as I continued to suckle her nipples and fondle her body. I'm not sure when she finally realized that I was naked except for my shirt, but it was very late in the process.
My fingers found her vulva, and I was rubbing her labia and clitoris, causing her to produce abundant natural lubrication. It wasn't until I tried to slide my finger into her vagina that I realized that Darlene was still a virgin. At first, I felt no barrier, but when I tried to slide into her depths, I came up against her hymen almost an inch inside her vaginal entrance. Suffice it to say I was surprised. However, I knew better than to say anything, because anything I might say would likely break the spell and end our exploration.
Instead, I worked Darlene with my fingers, alternating between her clit and her vagina, until she was moaning in pleasure. Then, I abandoned her nipples and slid down her until my lips found her clitoris and sucked it in. Her whole body convulsed as I sucked her clitoris into my lips. At that point, I decided to try my luck with her hymen, pressing my finger against it until the small hole stretched enough to allow access beyond it.
Her hands were now at the back of my head and her legs were trying to crush me like a grape between them. I don't think she experienced any pain when my finger stretched out her hymen. There was certainly no outward expression of pain. When I started sliding my finger in and out of her vagina, paying special attention to the top of her vagina, Darlene's hips started to rock vigorously. Between that and me sucking her clitoris, she was rapidly approaching the edge.
