My Catholic Ex-Girlfriend’s Journey to the Poophole Loophole – Part 2 [MF]

*The first part to this story can be found in my profile if you wish to read it, but you would probably get the gist of it if you want to just read this one too.*

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After what occurred in the previous part, let’s just say that Melissa was encumbered by some good ol’ fashioned Catholic guilt. You see, she was a good conservative Catholic girl who wanted to wait until marriage to have sex. But, just before my game, my mental was down bad and I . . . um . . . well, I told her I wanted to have sex. To my great surprise, she actually offered me a handjob, and that progressed to me fucking her tits and accidentally cumming on her face.

It was amazing—and I have no idea if it really made me play better, but I played great.

After that game though, Melissa told me about the guilt she had for us doing what we did. She said, “I’m glad it helped you, but it can’t happen again. It’s a sin!” Not exactly what I wanted to hear, especially because I was hoping it would happen before my next game as well.

“But what about next week’s game?” I asked. “I really think it would help if we did that again. It’s not like we had sex!”

“I’m sorry, the bible says its wrong to do things like that before marriage.” She said.

I gave her my saddest pouty face.

“Ugh. Fine.”

Well that was easy.

She told me, “But no boobs. Only hands.”

I gave her a big kiss. “Best. Girlfriend. Ever.” I said.

Then she talked to me about another thing on her mind. “You asked me if I would put your . . . thing . . . in my mouth. I can only have sex after marriage, and even then I’m not sure I want to ever put it in my mouth . . .”. Obviously, Melissa had never performed fellatio in her life, and she was taught that it, along with vaginal sex was wrong.

The rest of the week went by like pretty much any other, though I probably jerked off more than usual thinking my present on game day. Melissa and I went to lunch before the game that afternoon. We sat in my car in a secluded part of the baseball field parking lot to eat and talk, me already dressed in my uniform, and her in a conservative shirt, tight jeans, and strappy sandals.

“So are you ready?” Melissa asked me.

“For?” I answered, knowing the answer and being desperately ready—but I wanted to hear her say it.

“For me to, you know . . . masturbate you again?” She stuttered. It was so funny how innocent she was. She knew damn well what it was called, but her Catholic sensibilities prevented her from coming right out and saying it.

“Hell yes!” I replied, hooking my thumbs under the waistband of my baseball pants and underwear and pulling them down unnaturally quickly.

“Ryan!” Melissa looked so gorgeous, and like she didn’t even mean to be. Her body was just so fucking perfect.

I was rock hard already, and to my surprise, Melissa did not even hesitate to wrap her hand around it, moving it up and down to jerk me off.

It being only Melissa’s second ever time giving a handjob, it wasn’t the best I ever had, but it still felt so incredible. The car was filled with my moans. The best part was Melissa couldn’t stop looking at my thick dick this time, as she stroked it.

The handjob session continued for a while. I decided to push my luck a little bit and reached out to touch Melissa’s breasts over her shirt. And she let me, though she rolled her eyes as I did so. God, they felt fantastic. As great as her hand felt though, I really wanted my girlfriend to wrap something else around my dick—her lips. What’s the worst that could happen?

“Melissa, could I put my penis in your mouth?”

Unfortunately, my girl friend was quick to shut it down. “No!” she said, surprisingly more as a giggle than a reprimand, while she stared at my cock in her hand. “I told you we can’t do that, Ryan.”

“Understood . . . is there anything I could do to change your mind?”

I could tell Melissa was thinking, which was really probably more than I could have asked for—to make her actually consider it.

“Anything?” She asked.

“Anything!” I pleaded.

Melissa looked at me and said, “Hit me a home run today.” With that, she leaned forward over the seats and took my cock in her mouth.

Holy fucking crap. I had no idea what made her change her mind on it since she was pretty clear that she wasn’t interested in trying oral sex, even when she got married. But who am I to complain?

At first, my deeply religious girlfriend only had the tip in her mouth.

“Move your head up and down like your hands, babe.”

She began to dutifully bob her head down on my penis, taking me deeper than I had imagined she’d be able to on her first try—about half-way.

I for one, couldn’t believe this was happening. Definitely not the best blowjob I had ever received, but it was a blowjob. I was beyond excited that my conservative girlfriend was giving head for the first time, and it was with me!

It seemed as though Melissa was actually not repulsed by the taste of my dick because she started sucking me with a bit more enthusiasm, moving her head up and down my cock even faster. I wondered if she was even enjoying it. I knew I needed to cum and then go meet up with the team, but I wasn’t ready to let this stop.

Then Melissa did something, well, said something that made me want to explode right there. She took me out of her mouth and looked me in the eyes and said, “Your cock tastes, so good, Ryan.” Then she immediately took me deep in her mouth again.

Any hope I had of lasting any longer went out the door, and I knew it was my time. “I’m going to cum,” I told her. In response, she took me even deeper and sped up her movements. I think she thought she was supposed to take it in her mouth. I hadn’t even cum in a girl’s mouth up to that point, and believe me, once it happened, I wanted it all the time. I felt myself reaching critical mass, and in a final loud grunt-groan I began firing stream after stream of my cum in Melissa’s mouth—and she just kept sucking! Up to that point, I had never felt more empty than I did after cumming in Melissa’s mouth.

Even more surprising, I thought Melissa would open the door and spit it out, but as I finished and she took her mouth off of me to speak, I realized that she had swallowed all of it.

Finally finished, I laid back in my seat, totally satisfied and Melissa said, “Now you have to hit me a home run, mister.”

And I did.

Melissa told me later that right after I left her, she masturbated for the first time and experienced her first ever orgasm! That she knew it was a sin, all of it, but that she just didn’t care. She laughed when she told me that she’s surprised no one heard her scream through the cracked window. Things were never the same after that.

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*I appreciate all of the interest in my journey with Melissa to the “poophole loophole.” If there is sufficient interest, I will keep telling the story! Have a great weekend!*

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