Where it happened: Sunday school teachers house
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
I was fifteen, three years ago, and I was quite rebelious, my parents were forcing me to go to church all of the time. I felt that I was old enough to make my own decisions about life and that they were treating me like a child. I was in a youth group at church, we had sunday school and trips and crap like that. The teacher was this old fart who treated us like babies. After a while of tolerating this I was relieved to hear he was leaving the church and we would get a new teacher. Automatically I was happy to be in sunday school, this guy was 29 and he was totally hot. He was all muscle, kind of tall and really good looking. He had been taching us for a while when I kind of got the inkling that he may be interested in teaching me a little more than gods word.
I spent more and more time with our youth group and of course more time with Steve. I would go to his house and visit and we would talk about stuff, sports, because I am really athletic, and all kinds of stuff except church. I was not actually prepared for what happened even though I had fantasized about it many times, it still caught me off guard and scared me at first. I walked over to Steve’s house one day after school and he was out in the yard working and invited me in for something to drink. We went in and he gave me a coke and he had a glass of water. He came over to the chair I was sitting in and sat on the arm of the chair. There were two chairs and a couch that he could have sit in but he came real close to me. He asked if there was anything I wanted to do and I just giggled like some third grader. I did not know what else to do. He leaned down and kissed me. I pulled away at first and he stood up and grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. I was all of a sudden scared and excited. He asked me why I was so scared and I told him he just caught me unexpected. I was still scared inside but mostly for the thought of anyone finding out what he might do to me. He kissed me again and I was trembling. He asked me what he could do to make me relax and I told him to take it slow and first he had to make me believe that this would not be a one time thing. I wanted to make my first time special and had planned on waiting on marriage. He told me that if I would not tell anyone and if I would remain faithful to him he would make me very happy. I let him lead me to bathroom where we undressed, I was still very nervous. He took me by the hand and took me in the shower. I had told him once how I really liked hot showers. We soaked in the shower for a while and he washed me and himself as we kissed and touched. I was staring at his hard-on and did not really think it all that big or anything. I had masturbated and stuff but no insertion into the vagina. I was really enjoying the tender way he caressed me while washing me and he asked me to give him a blow job. I was reluctant, not because I did not want to do it, but because I did not know how. Well of course he coached me through it and before long I was a bonified cocksucker. I had cum running all down the front of my face and chest. He cleaned me up and we went to the bedroom. I climbed on to the bed and he lay beside me and we kissed and fondled each other for a while. He went between my legs and fingered and kissed for a while and I was thinking that all of my friends had lied to me about how good oral was when all of a sudden he started doing the right stuff. I was screaming in pleasure and then I had my orgasm. I was out of breath and thought I would faint. He was soon on me and headed into me. I felt his dick at the opening and he began to push. He did what I would call a two-step. He would go two steps in and one step out. After probably ten minutes he was all the way in. Surprisingly it wasn’t unbearable pain, he was so gentle. I was starting to enjoy the girth of it and the movement in and out. He rolled me over on my stomach and up on my knees and did me from behind, while doing this he placed a finger in my anal opening. He had it in a little way before I knew it was there. I was a little shocked and excited at doing a “dirty thing”. Before long I was on top of him and rocking my hips and grinding against him, I never orgasmed this way, I think I was too distracted at all the other stimuli. I watched his face and when his eyes shut I knew it was time and he blew his load in me, and without a condom. I was so fulfilled. We washed up and later he did me anally, what a cool feeling that was. Well the longest part of the story was the next nine months and the next three years. I did get pregnant and we went to my parents and I think because they were trying to avoid a church scandal they agreed to keep quiet about who the father was and I raised my son for three years with a secret father until I turned eighteen last month and Steve and I got married. Niether of us go to church anymore.
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