Where it happened: Girl's apartment
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 7
Category: Straight
I am pretty close to 50 years old now. Will be in about 4 months. I teach music at our local high school, and I also am the music and choir director at my local church. I was married for over twenty years, when my wife died in a tragic car accident about 3 years ago. I was pretty devestated, and while the thought of remarrying has crossed my mind, up until now I have never found anyone that really intere3sted me very much.
My wife and I loved each other very much, and our sex life was extremely enjoyable.We enjoyed each other immensely. We never had children, however. I was told by the doctor that I never would have children, much as we tried.We had sex regularly, however, and after her death, the lack of it was quite a blow. Masturbating is a very poor substitute for a warm body in bed, but for two years, that
was the most satisfying thing I had.
About a year ago,after trying to recruit some new members
for our choir in the church bulletin, several new people showed up, including this absolutely beautiful young girl named Fran. Most of the people in our choir were older folks or middle-aged, except for a couple young guys who sang tenor. I think the youngest of the ladies was probably 40, and all of them were married. I guessed that Fran was about 22 or thereabouts, and she had a very pretty face and a lovely, perfectly shaped body. After she was there about 4 or 5 weeks, I learned from our Pastor and a couple of the other choir members that she was a student at our local college, that her parents were deceased, and that she was studying to be a nurse. She sang soprano and had a very nice voice.
Time went on. She was always at our practices every Thursday evening, and while I tried to not make it very obvious, there was no question that I seemed to pay quite a bit of attention to her, because she was very attractive.
One evening, last December, we were practicing for our Christmas services, and I had selected her to sing one of the solos in the program. We usually practiced until 9:00 P.M., and did so on this evening, but while all of the others were leaving, I asked her to stay for a few minutes to practice the solo a couple of times again. She did, and about 9:30 P.M. she said goodnight and went out to her car in the parking lot to go home. I stayed, and was straightening up and putting the music away in the choir room, when I noticed she had come back in. She indicated that her car wouldn’t start, and asked if I could help her. I told her I was no car mechanic, but I’d take a look.
It turned out she had a dead battery, and, unfortunately I had no jumper cables. So, I offered to drive her home. She lived a few miles from the church, and it actually was our first opportunity to be together, and talk. When we arrived at her apartment, she thanked me for the ride, andthen asked me if I’d care to come in for some hot tea. Since it was very cold out and snowing, I thought that would be nice, and so I accepted.
She had a nice little apartment, and as she heated water for the tea on the stove, I sat in the kitchen and chatted with her. Soon the tea was ready and she also brought out a plate of Christmas cookies which she had made, asnd we sat at the kitchen table just eating the cookies and drinking this nice hot tea, and talking. She asked me a lot of questions about myself, and I told her my story. I also asked her about her background, a little more than I knew. I began to get a warm feeling inside myself. It was a bit unusual, talking with this girl, half my age, old enough to be my daughter, but she seemed very intelligent and mature, and we must have talked for over an hour.
Finally, I told her I had better get going, that it was getting late, and she walked me to the door. Again she thanked me for bringing her home, and then to my surprise, gave me a little peck on the cheek, and just softly whispered, “Thanks so much, Ron. I’m so glad you were still at church, or I would have been stranded out there in the cold.” I don’t know what got into me at that point, but with that peck on the cheek and low whisper,it sort of sounded like an invitation, and I impulsively threw my arms around her and kised her on the lips. The first time I’d kissed a woman in three years, and it felt so good! My conscience told me this was wrong, but I just couldn’t resist. When I kissed her on the mouth, she didn’t resist at all, but returned my kisses willingly, and soon, our tongues were together, exchanging mutual entries through each other’s lips.I pressed my body firmly against hers, and she reciprocated. By this time I had a raging hard-on and couldn’t help myself. I pressed it into her and it felt so great. We just stood there by the kitchen door, enjoying each other’s mouths and bodies. All of a sudden, she reached for the light switch near the door, and turned out the lights, as we continued our heavy petting. Again, I kept telling myself that this wasn’t right, and I should stop — but I didn’t. The spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak.
After 15 or 20 mintutes, she again whispered softly i my ear, “Do you want me?” I told her yes, but again my conscience kep telling me that sex outside of marriage was wrong. I had been taught that, the church taught that, and, besides, this girl was way too young for me to be fooling around with. Still, that young body pressing against mine was very inviting, and it hads been three years since I had had any real sex. The next thing, I knew, she unzipped my pants, and placed her hand inside on my jockey shorts where my raging boner could barely contain itself. Then, she had her hand inside, firmly gripping my penis and rubbing it up and down. I came right then and there, in large spurtscreaming not only my shorts but the front of my pants and shirt as well. But it felt wonderful. She kept her hand firmly around it, and I kept ejaculating at will — three years of pent up emotion exploding as we stood there. When I finally became somewhat limp, she told me I couldn’t go home in this condition. My pants and shorts and part of my short were filled with semen, and so she told me to undress and she’d wash them in the morning. She had really broken down all my resistance and so I agreed.
After we showered, we spent the nice together in her bed. That night,lying next to her, I had several more hard erections,and she satisfied each of them by allowing me to enter her lovely body at will. I had told her about my not being able to have children and that seemed to satisfy her, and so we continued to enjoy each other all that night.
The next day, I fely very guilty, and I told her so. I apologized profusely, but she told me not to feel badly. She said that she thought that sex between a man and a woman was one of God’s greatest gifts to human beings and that they should enjoy it as much as possible. And as long as we were two consenting adults, she didn’t think that God frowned on it. That sure was not what I had been taught, and certainly was not what the church taught, but she made it sound so logical that I began to buy it.
At any rate, Fran and I are now having sex regularly, every Thursday night after choir practice. Sometimes, we have Sunday Dinner together, as well, and enjoy an afternoon sex session together There may be a few of the other choir members who have surmised about our relationship, but so far, no one has said anything — at least not to myself or Fran.
So, this is not exactly the story of my first time, but it is the story of my first time with a a young gal, less than half my age, and my first time with a member of my choir. And I feel young again. When I am inside her body,
fornicating with Fran, I say to myself, “How can anything that feels this great, be wrong?”
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