Brenda and the Preacher
by Brenda Reynolds
Brenda describes the summer after her twelfth birthday -- the summer
of her first sexual experience.
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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."