My name is Brenda. I'm 32 years old now. I'm going to tell you about my first experience, which happened in Lewisberg in the summer of 1980, when I was twelve.
I grew up in Lewisberg. We moved to Nashville when I was seventeen. I guess Lewisberg is a typical small southern town. There was not much to do; I would sometimes go to the movies with a girlfriend, if it was a movie that my mom approved of. We saw a lot of Disney movies that were popular for kids. In Lewisberg the summers were really hot, and we didn't have air-conditioning. We lived in a two story house just south of downtown.
We would go downtown shopping every Saturday. There were no shopping centers in Lewisberg then, and the shopping was a big social occasion for the kids, and for the adults too. And then of course, there was church on Sunday. Everybody went to church -- or at least it seemed like it. Church was the second most important social occasion, after the Saturday shopping. There was Baptist and Methodist, and there were some others too, but we didn't know anybody that went to those others. We were regular church goers just like everyone else we knew.
My birthday is in February, and what I'm going to tell you about happened the summer that I was 12 years old. I knew about boys; my mom had told me about things. I knew that boys would try to touch girls or pull their dress up. I knew that I shouldn't let boys do that. I didn't have a boyfriend; mom said girls didn't have boyfriends until they were 14 or 15. I was pretty, and there were usually some boys that would talk to me and my girl friends after church. I liked boys a lot and I was always excited when they talked to us.
My only sexual encounter, if you want to call it that, had happened about a month earlier. My cousin Richard, who was 14, and his mom and dad were having lunch with us after church. Since it was so hot, I would always change clothes after church, and before lunch. On that day, it was about 95. I went into my room and took off all my clothes. I was looking for my T-shirt and shorts, when I saw Richard outside my window looking at me. There was a window into my room from the back porch, and there was Richard hiding behind the freezer looking right at me. I immediately pulled the curtain; I was furious and determined to go and tell my parents.
Fortunately, by the time I found my clothes, I had a chance to think things over, and I didn't mention it to my parents. Richard was cute and several of the girls liked him. And he hid behind the freezer and saw me naked! The more I thought about it, the more I liked it. It was exciting me that he wanted to see me naked. When I finished dressing and went to the living room, I saw Richard, sitting alone in the yard looking very downcast. I guess he was worried that I would tell. I walked out to where Richard was sitting and said, "Hi Richard," and gave him a big smile then quickly walked back into the house. Richard was once again in a good mood and I felt great because I knew that Richard wanted to see me naked and would look again when he had a chance.
But the experience I want to tell you about was not with Richard; it was with the pastor of our church! Since our church was a small rural congregation, we would usually get pastors who were young, and just out of school. Mark was about 25 years old and was really cute. His wife, Sue, was about the same age, and they had a 2 year-old son. All the girls liked Mark because he was so handsome and he liked to chat with everyone. Every Sunday after church, Mark and his family would have lunch with someone in the congregation. My mom and dad liked him a lot and he would have lunch with us every couple of months. I really looked forward to him coming for lunch. He would talk to me about school and about my friends. He often told me how cute I was and how he wished he could take me home with him. He would sometimes go with me to my room and help me with my homework. When no one else was around he would have me sit in his lap. I was too old to sit in laps, but I really liked it when Mark put me in his lap and put his arms around me. Mark told me I was his favorite girl and his special friend. I was so jealous of his wife.
On the day it happened, Mark and Sue came to our home for lunch. I rode with Mark and Sue; my parents were in their car. It was another hot day, and when we got home, Mark and I went into the living room. Dad sat out in the front yard, and mom showed Sue some of the flowers she had planted. Mark and I were talking about the people we knew at church. He said I was really beautiful, and he could tell that several of the boys liked me. It always made me feel great when he would tell me how cute I was. He really liked my long brown hair, and he always talked about my beautiful hair.
I told Mark I had to change clothes, and I went to my room. Mark came with me and sat down on my bed! I wanted to change clothes but Mark was sitting in my room and I didn't know what to do. I opened the closet and got my sneakers. I opened a dresser drawer and rummaged around waiting to see what Mark was going to do. Finally he said, "I thought you wanted to change clothes."
I looked at Mark and looked at my clothes; quickly, the realization came to me that Mark was just like Richard!! Mark was like all the boys and he wanted to see me naked too! I know my face became beet red at that moment. I continued to dig around in the dresser drawer for a few moments as I collected my thoughts.
I picked a T-shirt from the drawer, laid it on the bed, and started unbuttoning my dress. I was looking away from Mark, but I glanced in the mirror and I could see him staring at me. I finally reached the last button, and stepped out of my dress. I was wearing a bra, although I didn't need one yet. I glanced in the mirror and Mark was still staring at me. At this point, I was wearing nothing but panties and the bra and I didn't know what to do next. Mark apparently saw me hesitate; he picked me up and sat me in his lap, and started telling me how cute I was. As he was talking to me, he had his hands around my waist and was rubbing my stomach. He would tickle me a little, and make me squirm as I sat on his lap.
After a few minutes, he picked me up and sat me beside him on the bed. I thought I would put on my T-shirt next, but instead he put his arm around me and pushed me onto my back on the bed, and he lay down beside me. He said he had a secret to tell me and he put his mouth next to my ear and started whispering about how cute I was. His lips were touching my ear when he talked and I REALLY started feeling warm and tingly. By this time, he was rubbing my stomach. As he continued, he slowly moved his hand down lower and lower. I never thought I would let a boy do that but somehow it was happening. I knew I shouldn't do it but I didn't want him to stop.
He had moved his hand downward very slowly. I guess he wanted to see if I would stop him or complain. I didn't complain, and by this time, I was rocking my hips back and forth and he was rubbing my pussy. He had put his tongue in my ear and I was really excited. He moved his hand up, took the panties, and started pushing them down. I was startled and raised my head to look. I guess he thought I wanted him to stop pulling my panties down, because he did stop. That wasn't what I wanted. I raised up my butt, and pushed my panties down until they were below my hips and he could see everything. He got up, stood at the edge of the bed in front of me, and finished the job of removing my panties. He sat down on the bed beside me, moved my legs apart a bit, and started rubbing my naked pussy. He was rubbing me with his right hand, mostly his middle finger, and it felt wonderful. I was rocking my hips back and forth as he moved his finger back and forth into me.
"Have you ever seen a man naked?" he asked me. About that time, we heard the front door open, and Mom and Sue came in. He quickly left the bedroom and went back out front.
It took me a little longer, but in a while I was dressed and back in the living room. I felt like I was truly in love. It took all my effort to avoid staring at Mark. I was afraid my mom would ask me why I kept looking at Mark, so I finally went outside and sat in the yard and chatted with my dad.
After lunch, I kept hoping Mom and Sue would go outside so I could be alone with Mark again. But Mom, Sue, and Mark just sat at the dinner table and talked until about 3pm, when Mark and Sue left to go home.
Since that Sunday, Mark had been constantly on my mind. I was in love with Mark! Of course, I knew that Mark was 25 and I was 12 and Mark had a wife and a 2 year-old son. And on top of all of that, Mark was the minister at our church!
As I mentioned, Mark and his family would have Sunday lunch with us every couple of months. In early August, he came to our house again. I found out about it a week before hand, and I was so excited I could hardly wait. I went through my closet a dozen times deciding what to wear when Mark came. On the big day, I was up early, making a last minute check of my clothes, hair, etc. I was really nervous -- I didn't know what I would say to Mark when we were alone. I kept thinking about the last time we were alone together, when I was laying on my bed naked from the waist down; Mark was beside me with his tongue in my ear and his finger in my pussy.
During church service, there was a sudden vicious thunderstorm that often occurs in the South in the summer. By the end of church, the thunder had stopped but there was a hard steady rain. When we all arrived at our house after church, the rain confined us to the living room. My father was sitting in front of the TV instead of sitting in the yard under the shade tree. I was devastated. There was no place for me to be alone with Mark. Mark was really nice and talked to me about school, and movies, and my friends. He would sometimes give me a wink when no one was looking, but that was all we could do.
After lunch as Mom and I were chatting with Mark and Sue, Sue mentioned that she would be going to a conference next weekend, and she asked if I would be interested in helping Mark baby sit Eddie, their son. I don't know what Mark had told Sue about me -- I'm sure he didn't tell her about his visit to my bedroom -- but I was thrilled. I could hardly contain my excitement.
"Would you like to help Mark next weekend?" my mother asked.
I pretended to think for a moment and then said, "Yea, I'd like to do that." I just hoped no one could tell how excited I was. Apparently I did OK, because it was agreed that Mark would pick me up next Saturday at 9:30 am, after he took Sue to the airport.
On the big day, Mark was right on time at 9:30. I had my bag with a change of clothes, and my bathing suit -- I didn't know what Mark had planned. The State Fair was in town, about 30 miles away, and we headed toward the fair. Mark said there was lots of stuff to see and that Eddie and I would have fun.
It was lots of fun; I went on some big rides. On some of the rides all three of us could go. We had cotton candy, hot dogs and lots of soda. When we left about 3:00 we were really tired. During the day, I smiled at Mark a lot, and hoped that I looked beautiful. We held hands some; but that's all we did. I was looking forward to getting to Mark's apartment.
When we got to his apartment, it felt great to be able to relax. We had some ice tea, and Mark said we would all take a shower and then watch TV a while. I smiled at Mark and asked if I should go take my shower first; but Mark said no, that he wanted me to give Eddie a bath. Eddie was a nice kid and I had fun being at the Fair with him, so I said, "Sure."
I'd never given a kid a bath before. He was just 2 years old, actually almost 3, so I asked Mark to show me what to do. He told me to take Eddie to the bathroom and undress him, so I started undressing Eddie while Mark started the bath water. When the water was ready, I sat him in the tub, and washed his face, back, and stomach. I started washing his legs, but Mark said, "No, let him stand up first." So Eddie stood up in the tub, and I used the wash cloth to wash his legs and his butt. I had seen naked kids and babies, a lot, so washing Eddie was no big deal for me.
"All finished," I announced to Mark.
"You missed one part," said Mark, "You didn't wash his penis." I thought at first Mark was joking, but he was serious, so I took the wash cloth and started rubbing Eddie's stomach, and penis. "No, no," said Mark, "that might hurt, use your fingers." Mark took my hand and demonstrated with my little finger, how to wash it.
I got some soap on my hand and started rubbing little Eddie's penis. You could tell Eddie liked it, he was giggling a lot. "Boys and men really like to have their penis touched," said Mark as he leaned closer and put a hand on my back.
We dried Eddie and put him in bed for a nap; he was asleep in about 30 seconds. Mark took a shower, and then I did. When I came out of the bathroom, I had on my blue shorts and a T-shirt. Mark just had a T-shirt and a towel around him.
"Are you naked under the towel?" I asked. He laughed and said no, he wasn't. He said we could lay down and watch TV and maybe take a nap if we wanted to. It was just a small apartment, with only one TV, so he said we could watch the TV in the bedroom.
I was watching him as I went into the bedroom and lay down. I kept replaying in my mind the scene in my room when we were last alone together -- his tongue in my ear; his middle finger in my pussy. I could think of nothing else. He smiled at me, turned around, and slowly removed the towel. He had on big loose boxer shorts. When he turned toward me, I got a real surprise. The front of his shorts were sticking out, what looked like about a foot. He just smiled and lay down beside me. We both had a couple of pillows so we could prop ourselves up to watch TV. Both of us were laying on our back; Mark was on the right side of the bed, near the TV, and I was on the left. His shorts were sticking up so much I couldn't see the television. I had just seen Eddie's penis; Eddie's looked like a short string bean. Mark looked like he had a cucumber sticking up in his pants.
I was excited to finally be alone with Mark; after what happened in my room a couple of months before, I knew Mark really liked me. And I knew that I was in love with Mark. I don't remember what was on TV, although Mark seemed to be watching it. I was too excited. I turned on my side and moved up close to Mark and put my hand on his chest. He put his arm around me and kissed me on the cheek. It felt great; I lay my head on his chest.
After a moment, I asked, "What's on TV? I can't see it. That's in the way," I said, pointing to his dick sticking up in the air.
He kissed me again, and said, "I can't help it; it does that. Do you know why?"
"Because you're excited," I said.
"Because of you," he said, and kissed me again.
He squeezed me tightly and gently kissed my nose and mouth. I eagerly returned his kisses. After a minute of kissing, he said to me, "Do you remember what we did last time?"
"Yeah, it was great," I replied.
"You were naked," he said. I put my arm around his chest and squeezed gently. "Do you want to do that again?" he asked.
"Oh yes," I said and started to pull down my shorts.
"No, wait," he said. He looked down at his shorts still sticking up in the air like a tent, and took my hand and put it on his dick. Even though he still had his underwear on, it felt like I was holding a hot cucumber. I just kept my hand there because I didn't know what to do. Mark was looking at me to see what I would do next.
Finally, I said, "Take them off so I can see it." His faint smile broadened as he raised his butt and slid his underwear over his dick and down to his ankles.
It was still sticking up and I was so close to it. "You can put your hand back on it," he said. It was truly like a cucumber except for the fiercely red knob on the end. I didn't see how it could fit into a girl. I grabbed it at the base, but he moved my hand so that I was holding it near the end.
"Rub it like this," he said, as he took my hand and showed me what he wanted. He kissed me again, and this time pushed his tongue between my lips, into my mouth. As he continued kissing me, he put his hand into my shorts and started rubbing my pussy up at the top, where it felt so good. I was so excited -- it felt so good, I could not keep my hips and legs still.
He rolled over and moved back beside me. I was on my back and he was gently kissing my lips. He raised up and looked at me. "Take off the T-shirt," he said. Mark had become suddenly more serious. He was completely naked, and I was still wearing my blue shorts and my T-shirt. I quickly removed my T-shirt. I was a little embarrassed as he sat staring at me. My tits had just started to grow, and they were nothing more than little bumps on my chest. Suddenly, I was afraid he might lose interest after seeing my lack of tits. But it didn't bother him at all. He immediately started kissing my chest and stomach. I loved it. By now, he was on top of me with one of his legs on either side of me. I could feel his dick as he pushed it against the fabric of my shorts.
"Do you want me to take my shorts off?" I asked as he stood up.
"No," he replied. He pulled me by my feet to the edge of the bed and started fumbling with the catch on my shorts. I rolled onto my side a bit so he could get at the catch more easily. He pulled off my shorts, and then my panties. As he removed my panties he moved closer to me, so that he was between my legs. His dick was still sticking up and was almost touching me. He took it in his hand and rubbed it up and down between my pussy lips.
"I want to put it in you," he said.
"Will it hurt?" I asked.
"Yes," he answered.
"Go ahead and do it," I said. I spread my legs as far as I could. He was still holding his dick as he pushed it against my pussy. He pushed hard and I moved my hips slowly to help. I yelled uncontrollably as his dick pushed into me. It was so exciting to know that it was going into me. I was delirious with excitement as he towered above me and began to pump it in and out. I lifted my head above the pillow and began to kiss him again. He was kissing me so gently and moving his dick back and forth in me so slowly. I hoped he would never stop.
I raised my head and looked down so I could watch it going in and out of me. It seemed so thick, but somehow it was going in. "Its just going in about halfway. Won't it go in all the way?" I asked him.
"No, it wont -- but we can fix that," he told me.
The next thing he did was to pull his dick out of me, and put his arms under my knees and lift them up. My feet were sticking straight up in the air. He pushed my legs back so that my knees were almost touching my shoulders; he got on me again and held me immobile in that position. I was truly helpless.
When he drove his dick back into me, I felt like I was being split in two. "Now it goes in all the way," he said. I could feel his body pounding against me as he pumped it back and forth. I never thought it would be like this. It was so exciting to feel him pumping me, licking me, and kissing me.
Finally, with a lunge that drove my head against the wall, he climaxed and finished. "I love you," he whispered, as he lay beside me and held me in his arms. "This is our secret, and you must never tell anyone," he told me.
"Well, OK," I said, "if we can do it again sometime."
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