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Brenda and the Preacher
by
Brenda Reynolds
brendarr34@hotmail.com
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 and 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'm 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
starting 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 from 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 sometime 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 stared
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
short. When he turned toward me, I got a real surprise. The
from 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 exited to finally be alone with Mark; after what happened
in my room a couple of months ago, 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 said, "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". "Yea,
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 thought 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 feels 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 said 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 by 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 half-way. 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 into. "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
as 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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