Purity Ring
written by:
mcerotic

Chapter 1: In which I tell you about my body. Especially my slit.

I'm a virgin.

Well, I'm not really but I pretend I am. I have this purity ring that I started to wear when I was a young teenager before I knew any better. It says that I'm going to stay a virgin until I get married. I was brought up in a small town in one of those red states full of evangelical Christians. One of the reddest of the red states, in fact. Sex before marriage is something that just isn't done. But this being America we don't just not do something, we create jewelry to pledge that we are not going to do it, that we will not fall into temptation. I still wear my purity ring, of course, because once you start you can hardly stop without provoking some questions that you don't want to answer.

When I first wore it, I knew nothing about sex. I knew it was bad, outside of marriage. I knew that touching myself was bad. I knew that my naked body was bad. Seeing someone else's, or a photograph, was worse. I had all the beliefs that I had been brought up with. You don't even realize that these are beliefs, and that there might be other places or other people who have other thoughts. It's like being a fish, you don't realize that there is water: you live plugged into an asexual virtual reality without realizing that you have a fully sexual body capable of...but I'm getting ahead of myself.

Desire is something that happens after marriage, I thought. But they forgot to tell my body. I used to lie in bed with my sexuality on full-power, wondering what these feelings meant. I had dreams in which men would do things to me. I have to admit that they were a bit vague since I'd never actually seen a naked man at that point. They were sort of giant GI Joes, muscular bodies with a vaguely defined smooth lump at the top of their legs. I'd dream that tall dark handsome strangers would take me up to their bedroom, rip all my clothes off and then...well, then something would happen that involved those folds between my legs that I didn't dare to explore properly. My pussy, I knew some people called it. But that seemed too dirty a word. My cunt, an impossibly bad word that even today I find hard to write. My slit, I called it, since that was what my best friend had called hers when we were younger and took off our panties and examined each other's.

I'd think about girls too. There I could be a bit more specific because at least I knew what a naked girl looked like. I'd seen plenty in the locker room at school. So before I went to sleep some nights, I'd lie in bed and I'd imagine girls touching me, or my fingers exploring their bodies. In my imagination I'd touch the other girls' folds that were so forbidden and it would cause weird feelings in my own folds. My slit seemed to have a mind of its own. It wanted to be touched. But I knew that was wrong and I managed to resist. Well, I cheated a bit. I didn't count it if I touched myself over my clothes. So as I imagined these tableaux of naked women, my legs would fall apart as if under automatic control. I'd allow my fingers to occasionally run over my panties, to run up along the line of my slit. I'd only touch myself lightly, to press any harder would provoke...something. I wasn't sure what it would provoke, wasn't sure just where the limit between OK and bad was. Nor was I sure how my body would react if I touched harder. On one hand my rational self wanted to find out, but my upbringing just wouldn't let me investigate.

Of course I didn't just know what other girls looked like, I also knew what I looked like myself. I was a cheerleader at school so I had a pretty good body. One afternoon I'd come home sweaty and gone to my room. It was a pretty normal sort of bedroom for a teenager who'd grown up in it, cluttered with debris from different eras of my life. It had been painted lemon yellow when I was a little girl and never been repainted. There was still a shelf with dolls and stuffed toys from my childhood. A complete set of Harry Potter books. A desk and a chair with a computer where I'd do my homework. A twin bed (hey, with a purity ring who needs anything bigger). It's not that long ago that I managed to get rid of the pink Disney princess comforter I used to have and replace it with something more grown-up. The wall across from the foot of my bed had a big floor-length mirror.

I stripped naked and stood in front of the mirror critically appraising myself. I never really would have described myself as hot even though most guys at my school gave me more than just an appreciated glance. I'm 5'5'' which is not too short, but not overly tall. I'm around 115 as far as the scales go. I have fair skin, a light complexion, but not to the point of being overly pale. My light brown hair comes to rest right between my shoulder blades and is layered. My eyes are a pale blue. People say that I've got a gorgeous smile. Being a cheerleader really has kept me in shape and I'm happy about that. My tummy's firm, my chest is a nice 34 C cup with dark pink puffy nipples, and my hips have enough flare to give me that attractive hourglass figure that every girl seems to drive for.

After inspecting my body in the mirror I suddenly had an urge to see what my slit was really like. I lay down on the floor in front of the mirror spread my legs. It felt really sinful but I forced myself to look. In the mirror I could see my brown hair, a thick triangle at the base of my body and less on my outer lips to either side of my slit. Protruding between them was the dark pink line of my folds, labia minora I believe is the right term. I reached down with both hands and spread my lips. Wow, I was bright pink inside. I knew from sex-ed and using tampons that somewhere in there was my vagina, but I wasn't not quite sure exactly what I was looking at, seeing my inner workings laid bare, as it were, for the first time. Plus it felt sinful to be touching myself directly, rather than through my panties, but of course I wouldn't have been able to see anything if I'd kept them on.

As I lay staring at my reflection in the mirror, I realized that I didn't like the light brown hair growing thickly around my slit and above it. I decided I wanted to be bare like some of the other girls at school, like I remembered being as a little girl, so I decided to shave. The process was very unnerving because once I actually placed my hand on my mound I felt tingly sensations, feelings that I knew were absolutely sinful. Touching myself down there and feeling the razor slice through the hair and make me so smooth made me feel both excited and guilty.

I almost let the hair grow back again immediately because it seemed to make temptation worse. When I touched myself through my panties at night my sit seemed even more sensitive than before. And when I stood in front of a mirror, despite my efforts to look away, my eyes would be drawn to the deep furrow at the base of my belly and the hint of pink folds nestled within. It took all of my willpower not to reach down and touch myself.

I remained firm in my beliefs though and didn't touch my slit...without clothing that is. Anyway. I'm going to assume you get the picture. My body is urging me to do evil things that the environment in which I was brought up wouldn't let me. If I resisted I assumed that those bad urges would go away but in fact they got worse.

I decided that I would need to talk to someone about it. But who? I was too embarrassed to talk to any of my friends. It just wasn't done. Even talking out about periods and tampons seemed like joining an evil cult. To talk about anything more was unthinkable. My parents were out of the question. So I decided to talk to the minister. Well, not the minister who was, like, eighty years old, but the assistant minister who was in his twenties, I'd guess, and was working at the church for the summer. I have to admit he had a hot body too. He definitely crossed my mind from time to time when I was lying in bed letting my slit have the treat of my fingers just grazing the outside of my panties.

I made an appointment after church that Sunday to see him later that week. I admit, yes, I was nervous. Terrified even. I was about to go and have a conversation about my wants and desires with a man of God. How should I have felt? I felt as though I was betraying myself in having these thoughts, that I was impure. I hoped he'd tell me I was still a good Christian, that I'd done nothing wrong.

Chapter 2: In which I discover my clit. And what it's for.

I arrived a little early and stood on the front steps of the church continuously telling myself I could handle this conversation and that I had nothing to worry about. The only issue was that the whole time I was wondering how he'd view me afterwards. Would he think of me as a damned soul? Surely he wouldn't tell anyone else about the topic of our discussion? Finally, I pushed myself to open the door and head into the large church, towards his office.

As I walked down the plush, maroon carpeting, I felt a tingle between my legs and groaned softly to myself. Being an aroused teen and not being allowed to touch yourself is hard. I stopped outside of his office, raised my hand, and then nearly stumbled over as the door swung open and I viewed the minister. He was absolutely gorgeous. His body was muscular, he obviously had to work out. His smile, well, it put mine to shame. His dark brown hair was neatly trimmed, but fell over his forehead; his face, clean shaven, and his lips, I can't even describe them, so kissable. He had dazzling gray eyes and even his cologne made me have dirty thoughts as well, it smelled amazing. I finally realized I was gawking as I stared at him and he smiled warmly to me, nodding his head towards the office.

"You're here a little early. You must have something that is really eating at you," he said.

He chuckled to himself and then I watched as his eyes flashed over me and then down to my hand observing that I still, in fact, wore my purity ring. He nodded towards his office. I followed him in, laughing to relieve some of the uneasiness I felt. He looked really good in his black robes, the white shirt visible at the collar. I shook those thoughts from my head and then shrugged, adjusting my gaze to meet his as he as he closed the door to his office. He turned the key in the lock, the two of us in the room alone.

His office was not very big, large enough for a desk and a grey metal file-cabinet. There was one desk chair behind the desk for the minister and one in front for visitors. The desk was big, too big for the small office really, made out of solid wood with a scuffed leather top. There was a laptop computer on it. On the walls was a brass crucifix and also a strange selection of bric-a-brac like a badly decorated country café.

"So what did you want to discuss? You were very guarded on Sunday. You know that you can talk to me about anything."

"I..." But I was so embarrassed I couldn't say what I wanted. Instead, I blushed and stared at the floor.

"Let me guess then," he said. "You have a boyfriend and you are worried that you'll lose him if you don't have sex with him."

I shook my head. "No, I don't have a boyfriend."

"With a body like that you will."

That was a surprising comment. I mean the minister telling me I'm hot.

"So let me have another guess since you don't seem in a mood to trust me."

"I do trust you. It's just..."

"It's embarrassing, isn't it? Is it to do with sex?"

I nodded.

"Sex isn't embarrassing. Sex is God's gift to man and woman after they have been joined in holy matrimony. But God also tests us, gives us desires that we must resist. Are you having problems with desires?"

I nodded again.

"Have you masturbated?"

I wasn't completely sure what that was but I thought that it was when you touch yourself. Not just over your clothes, really touch yourself, no panties, running your fingers over your naked slit. I shook my head.

"Some people think that the Bible forbids masturbation. You may have heard talk of the sin of Onan. But if you read the bible, you'll discover that the sin of Onan was pulling out before the end of sex, coitus interruptus. His sin was primitive contraception. And in any case the bible is silent on women masturbating. The modern church is more relaxed about it."

I looked up from the floor. He winked at me and said, "In fact I recommend it."

This meeting wasn't going at all how I expected. I came for help controlling my desires and here was the minister telling me not to control them, to go for it, as it were.

"I..." I started but then I stopped. I wasn't sure what to say. As I already told you, I had never even talked to my best girlfriend about touching my slit over my panties, let alone this, here in the church office. Then the words came tumbling out.

"I have these desires at night. I get these weird feelings in my folds, in my slit. I try to resist but, well, I can't completely. I compromise and allow myself to touch my slit over my panties very lightly. I know it's a sin but it's too hard to resist completely and..."

I stopped, feeling my face flush red at such an embarrassing admission, my dark secret.

"You don't know how to masturbate, do you?"

I shook my head. "No. I'm not even quite sure what it is."

"Would you like me to show you?"

He must have a book or something. A DVD maybe.

"Yes," I said.

Nothing could have prepared me for what he said next. "Slip off your jeans."

I froze, unable to think, let alone say anything.

"Nothing that happens in here," he continued, "goes outside. There is complete confidentiality that even a court of law cannot break. You'll only feel uncomfortable for a moment. Now take off your jeans."

He said that a bit more forcefully, as if it were an order. Reluctantly I undid my jeans and pushed them down to my ankles. Of course I sat there in my underwear with my legs clamped together tightly. I was a bit embarrassed that I was wearing plain white cotton panties that had seen better days, just about the least sexy underwear I owned.

"What do you like to call your genitals?" he asked. "Your pussy? Your slit? Your cunt? Your vulva?"

"My slit," I mumbled.

"OK, so spread your legs apart and run a finger up and down the line of your slit."

I spread my thighs a little, just enough that I could get between them to do as instructed.

"I want you to push a little harder, push your finger in between your lips a little. Concentrate on what you are feeling. Close your eyes if necessary."

I stroked myself slowly, pushing a fingertip into the crease of my slit a little deeper than I ever had before.

"Can you feel a special place that is more sensitive than anywhere else? That's your clitoris. Or your clit as people usually say."

I couldn't really feel anything. I mean it felt good stroking between my lips, really good in fact, but there didn't seem to be an especially sensitive spot on my inner lips.

"No? Come over here."

I got up and shuffled across the floor a little, with my jeans around my ankles. When I got to where he was sitting I was expecting him to guide my hand to show me where this special place was. What I wasn't prepared for was that he reached out and before I realized what was happening my panties were pulled down and fell to my feet to join my jeans. I was totally naked, my slit being seen by a man for the very first time.

"Move your feet apart," he said.

I kicked my jeans and panties away and moved my feet so that my thighs were no longer pressed together. He lifted up the hem of my top to get a better view. I started to get those weird feelings in my folds again, as if his eyes were stroking my slit.

"Pretty," he said approvingly. I had no idea what to say. The minister telling me I've got a cute slit.

He reached out and with the fingers of one hand he spread my lips like I'd done myself that day I'd lain in front of the mirror. He slowly reached out and ran the tip of the index finger of his other hand the length of my slit. I'd never felt anything like it. Spasms of excitement flooded between my legs. He continued to move his finger back and forth the length of my slit. I could feel that his finger was slippery and moist. I wasn't sure where that had come from.

It was as if he read my mind. "Those juices come from inside you. When you are married they will lubricate your husband when he enters you. But when you masturbate they lubricate your finger."

He pushed his finger back further and curled it. His fingertip went into me, into what I knew to be my vagina.

"This is your vagina," he said. "Or your pussy as most people call it. When you have sex with your husband his penis will slide in here. Or his cock as most people call it."

I was stunned hearing such filth from my minister. I was about to say something when he pushed his finger deeper inside me and instead of any words coming out I just made a low moan, a sound I'd never heard come out of my mouth before.

"When you have sex with your husband he will move his cock back and forth inside you."

As he said this he started to move his finger in and out of my...my pussy. There I said it. His finger moving inside me seemed to generate all sorts of feelings I'd never experienced before. I could feel just how wet I was, something I'd never noticed before. Well, if you only touch your slit over your panties there's a lot of detail you'll miss.

He moved his finger out of my pussy and slid back up between my lips.

"Here," he continued, "where your inner lips come back together is your clit." He moved his fingertip a little more and the most intense feeling of pleasure burst from my slit. "When you masturbate I advise you to concentrate here. Use the juice from your pussy to lubricate your finger so you don't get sore." He started to roll his finger in small circles around the little point of pleasure, my clit. I was amazed I'd never discovered it before even through my panties, I guess I never pressed quite hard enough.

The weird feeling that I got touching myself through my panties was amplified a thousand-fold. I heard myself half-sighing, half-moaning, without really even being conscious I was doing it. I had no idea my body was capable of such pleasure. I felt the same sort of feeling of anticipation and excitement as I'd get before a difficult or risky cheerleading routine, but much more strongly. A sort of flutter in my belly combined with a feeling that my whole slit, my whole pussy, was getting wound up like an old clockwork toy.

"If you touch your clit just right then eventually you'll have an orgasm. Or you'll cum as people usually say. You'll probably have to experiment a bit, it doesn't usually happen the first time you try using just a finger."

He removed his fingers from my slit and it left an intense feeling of longing. I couldn't resist and I opened my pussy up with one hand and tried to find my clit with the other. When I touched it, it was surprisingly hard, like a little grape-seed and so sensitive I had to bite my lip to avoid crying out. I started to lightly stroke myself, it felt wonderful.

He sat there watching me masturbate. I felt really sexy now, rather than embarrassed, standing there naked from the waist down with my fingers giving myself such intense pleasure. And with the minister watching approvingly there wasn't even any sense of sinful guilt.

"OK," he said finally. "I think you should go home now. I want you to masturbate whenever you want to. Don't feel any sense of guilt, God gave you your clit so it is not sinful to touch it. You are still a virgin, not violating the promises of your purity ring. Come back for another counseling session at the same time next week."

Reluctantly I pulled my panties and then my jeans back on. The seam of my jeans was almost too much to take against my throbbing pussy. I knew that the days of sleeping in my panties were over now that I'd discovered my clit. I also decided I'd be having an early night tonight. In fact I worried I'd want to go to bed early every night now that I knew God wanted me to pleasure myself.

I was just leaving when the minister spoke again. "Don't forget that everything that happens here is confidential. I will never tell anyone and you must tell no-one either."

Chapter 3: In which I have my first orgasm. And my second.

You won't be surprised to know that I masturbated every night that week. It was wonderful to be able to give myself so much excitement and still feel pure under God. Sometimes I just relished the sensations in my body, sometimes I fantasized about my minister watching me and touching me and I...well, I'm ashamed to admit that I started to wonder what his cock was like. It was such a naughty thought that it was irresistibly exciting. It became a regular part of my evening's excitement. Another thing I discovered was that if I lay on top of my bed I could see myself in the mirror across the room. Watching my fingers in among the pink folds of my pussy definitely added an interesting visual aspect to go with the amazing feelings.

The following week I returned to the minister's office. I shut the door and, as he had the week before, locked it so we couldn't be disturbed. I wasn't surprised this time when he asked me to take off my jeans.

"In fact, take off all your clothes today," he continued. I thought I might feel a bit reluctant. After all, I think there are evil clubs where men go to watch women take off their clothes. But in fact I felt surprisingly sexy as I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, then reached behind and unclipped my bra and let a man see my breasts for the first time in my life. I felt my nipples harden, maybe just at the cooler air or maybe with excitement. Then I slipped off my jeans and panties and stood completely naked. I'd shaved myself again only that morning so my slit was beautifully smooth. The minister looked me up and down. I'd never felt more feminine.

"You are very pretty," he said. He reached out and gently cupped one of my breasts. Nobody had ever touched my breast before so of course it was an incredible rush. When he flicked his thumb over my nipple it was as if my nipple was connected to my clit. A small detonation of pleasure exploded through my body like a little firework. He pinched it, rolling my hard pencil-eraser sized nipple between finger and thumb. I had no idea my nipples were so sensitive.

"I bet you masturbated every day," he said, smiling.

"Guilty as charged," I replied.

"No need to feel guilt. It's completely natural. So show me how you do it."

"Well, I do it lying in bed. Do you want me to lie on the floor?"

"No, lie on my desk."

He closed his laptop computer and put it in a desk drawer. I clambered onto the leather top of big desk and lay down. He moved his chair so that he had a good view as, surprising myself by being completely unembarrassed, I spread my legs in front of him. I started by gently touching my hairless fleshy outer lips, letting the feelings of arousal build up gradually before moving onto the more sensitive inner folds of my pussy. Funny, a week ago the word pussy seemed obscene and now that's the word I first think of. I only say slit when I'm talking about how I look from the front, it's more of a slit than a pussy then. Next I started to gently stroke my inner lips, enjoying both the feel of my fingers on my lips and the way that it tugged gently on my clit. I started to breathe a little harder. When my fingertip was over the entrance to my pussy, I pushed a little more firmly between my lips, so that my fingertip picked up some of my juices and then spread them the length of my pussy. I teased myself by going as long as possible without actually touching my clit. I'd discovered that if I did that then it was just unbelievably enjoyable when I finally gave in and let myself touch it directly. When my pussy was all nice and slippery with my juice I reached down and opened it up a little with one hand. Finally my fingertip was allowed to find my clit, already hard with arousal. I started to stroke my clit fast. I was breathing pretty hard. I think lying naked on the minister's desk with him watching added to the thrill compared to being alone in bed.

"Have you ever orgasmed?" he asked.

"I'm not sure, but I don't think so."

He got up and went over to a file cabinet, opened a drawer removed a small cardboard box. It was about ¾" square and four inches long. On the side it said "Pocket Rocket." He opened the box and took out something. It was a pale yellow plastic cylinder and on one end it had a white cap with several bronze bumps. I had no idea what it could be.

"This will help you cum," he said. "It's a small vibrator but surprisingly powerful."

He turned the base I heard a soft buzzing. He moved back beside me. I reluctantly moved my finger off my clit. Using the fingers of both hands I spread my lips as wide as I could to give him all the access he needed. He pressed the end with the metal bumps against my clit. I must have leapt about six feet in the air at the intensity, almost as if I'd been burned. I concentrated hard and next time he pressed the little vibrator against me I was ready for it. What I wasn't ready for were the incredibly strong waves of pleasure that radiated out from it. It was just as big a step up again from touching my clit directly, as was touching my clit directly compared to through my panties.

"How does it feel?" he asked, as he gently held the pocket rocket against my clit.

"It's really strong. It's making my body tense up. Like something's going to happen but I don't know what. I'm...I'm...well, I've never felt like this before. My face and the tops of my breasts feel sort of warm."

I found that my hips were starting to thrust back and forth, rubbing my clit against the vibrator. I was definitely feeling a little odd. It felt like when you are about to sneeze. Your body is all taut and you feel your sneeze building up inside. This was a bit the same, my body was all taut and I could feel something building up inside but I wasn't sure what. And then suddenly it was like my body exploded. I could feel my pussy sort of pulsating, it almost felt like I had pins and needles in my fingers and toes. My body jerked around a little as if I was a marionette not under my own control. Gradually the intense feeling died away and I lay limp on the minister's desk. I guess that was an orgasm. I felt so proud that I actually came.

I lay back with my eyes shut, enjoying the final twinges of my orgasm. I felt the vibrator removed from my clit. Then to my surprise I felt something warm and wet on my clit. It felt wonderful, a gentle stimulation in comparison to the rough intensity of the vibrator. I thought it was perhaps a warm facecloth. I opened my eyes to see my minister bent forward between my legs and licking my pussy. I didn't even know such a thing was possible, let alone how good it would feel. I closed my eyes again and just reveled in the wonderful feelings. I felt his fingers on either side of my slit, opening me up so his tongue had better access.

He moved lower now, running his tongue between my lips the length of my pussy. I could feel his tongue in my opening, squirming like a small snake. Then he returned to my sensitive clit. I don't think I would have been able to take the harshness of the vibrator again so soon, but his soft tongue was perfect. It was also very different. Whereas the vibrator was like one of those modern roller-coasters that rockets you over the first hill, intense and unceasing until your orgasm hits quickly, his tongue was much slower, arousal building gradually but inexorably, like an old roller coaster that slowly winches you up the first rise before you accelerate down the other side.

Now I knew what the feelings inside my body meant I could tell that I was starting to get closer to coming. I could sense that if he kept going then I would, indeed, get there. Funny that I never managed to come with my finger. I think I probably just stopped too soon.

He continued to gently lick my clit, but I also felt a finger slip inside me. I was still very wet from my earlier orgasm. He gently started to slide his finger back and forth inside me, stroking the inside of my pussy. I felt my hips, almost of their own accord, start to move slightly, pushing against his finger as he slid in and pulled back as his finger withdrew. He curled his finger up and it was as if there was another special spot inside me, not as sensitive as my clit but thrilling nevertheless.

I could feel the second orgasm of my life coiled up inside me. My body was starting to tighten again, I could feel my pussy starting to squeeze on his finger. My nipples were sort-of tingling so I reached up and started to stroke them hard and that seemed to take me over the top. It was nowhere near as intense as the first orgasm, but a beautiful dessert after a big main course. Whereas my first orgasm felt like I was having a fit with waves of pleasure bursting over me, the second was all little ripples of pleasure. I just lay there motionless with my eyes shut and let the wonderful feelings wash over me.

Once I had my breath back our meeting was over. I dressed again and left. But he'd asked me to come back again next week. I had no idea what he was going to teach me next. I walked home with the little pocket rocket in my, duh, pocket.

Chapter 4: In which I finally see a cock. And taste it.

OK, I admit it. All that week, I masturbated twice a day with the vibrator. I would warm up by imagining what my minister's cock was like while I lightly stroked my slit with a finger. Then I had this filthy thought of licking his cock like he licked my clit. It seemed so depraved it got me really aroused. I'd take the vibrator and turn it on, press it onto my clit. It didn't take long for me to get close to coming. When I masturbated in the morning I'd do it as fast as I could since I had to get up, but at night I'd often lift the vibrator off my clit so it was barely touching it, keeping myself just short of coming. It was like walking along a cliff edge without quite falling off. I'd keep like that until I couldn't hold off any longer. Finally I'd do one of two things. Either I'd press the vibrator hard on my clit and detonate my climax explosively, or I'd turn it off and stroke my clit with my finger until I came. That's right, I finally had managed to come from my own fingers.

That week, when I got to the minister's office, he immediately asked me about my masturbation habits and I told him how wonderful the vibrator was.

"Take your clothes off and show me," he said.

I peeled off all my clothes, taking the little vibrator from the pocket of my pants. I sat down in one of the chairs and draped my knees over the arms so that the minister could see everything clearly. I reached down with one hand and gently ran a finger up and down my slit. I could feel myself starting to get a little wet already, and so I rubbed moisture all around. Then I turned the vibrator on and started to lightly touch it to my clit.

"What do you fantasize about?" he asked.

I was a bit unsure about what to say. For once I felt a bit embarrassed. Plus it was hard to have a conversation and masturbate at the same time.

"Well...I think about...a cock."

"Have you ever seen a cock?"

"No. Well, of course I've seen Greek statues and things like that. Michelangelo's David. Those have cocks."

"Do you know cocks get hard?"

I did sort of know in an abstract sort of way. Of course I wasn't quite sure what that really meant. After all, my nipples get hard too but they don't look all that different.

"Yes. But of course I've never seen one."

"Do you just imagine cocks in general or is there one person whose cock you imagine?"

"One person's cock."

"A boyfriend?"

"No, I don't have a boyfriend remember."

"Who then?"

I was tempted to lie but I couldn't think of a good answer fast enough. I should have said a boy at school or something. Instead I just told the truth.

"You. Your cock."

I pressed the vibrator harder onto my clit. It felt so taboo to admit to him that I fantasized about his cock. My arousal swelled out of control and suddenly I was coming, unable to keep the vibrator still, rubbing it hard back and forth on my sensitive clit. I groaned as I rode my climax, lost in the feelings of joy that coursed through my whole body. Finally, my body came back down and was calm.

He sat there and said nothing and I wondered if somehow I'd done something wrong. Finally he spoke. "You want to see it don't you?"

See his cock. I couldn't get a word out, the idea was so exciting. I could just slowly nod.

"Kneel down," he ordered me. I knelt on the rug, sitting back on my feet, as if I was praying in church. He walked over and stood in front of me. Then he gradually worked his black robe up towards his waist. I assumed he wore pants underneath, and maybe in winter he did, but today it was hot. His legs came into view and then there it was, the first cock I'd ever seen. It was larger than I expected, I have to admit.

"You can touch it," he said.

I reached out and gently took it in one hand. It was a funny texture, not hard but not soft. Soft of like a breast I suppose. But as I knelt there holding it, it seemed to get a little harder in my hand.

"Stroke me," the minister said.

He reached down and took my hand and moved it back and forth on his cock, showing me what to do. It was definitely getting harder and also larger. Much larger in fact. The sort of skin on the end of the cock pulled back as his cock grew and it had a pink knob on top. When I started touching him, his cock had hung down loosely but now it was pointing up and out, towards my face in fact. I couldn't avoid thinking my depraved thought about licking it. With his pink cockhead it even looked a little like an ice-cream, strawberry ice-cream in a cone, ready for my tongue.

"Now you've seen a hard cock."

I took my hand off it and just inspected it, standing erect and scarily enormous, a long pale shaft with a large pink mushroom knob.

"Close your eyes," he told me. I felt his hand on my head as if giving me some sort of blessing as I knelt there.

"Open your mouth." I wondered what was going on. Perhaps he would give me a communion wafer or something. I opened my mouth.

I felt something in my mouth and then my pussy flooded with excitement when I realized it was his cock. I had my minister's cock in my mouth just like in my fantasy. I wasn't really sure what I should do but I started to lick him, rolling my tongue around his cockhead.

"Oh you are a natural," he said. "Reach up with one hand and stroke me at the same time."

I wrapped one hand around his shaft. I started to lick him more vigorously, stroking his shaft while moving his cock in and out of my mouth. His hand was still on my head and he started to push me harder onto him, so that the end of his cock pushed into the back of my throat. My body wanted to gag but if I concentrated I could kind of override it.

My other hand went exploring, cupping his balls and gently feeling the two small egg-like things hidden within. The sack holding them was like soft corduroy, covered in a sparse covering of curly black hairs.

"Do you know what happens when a man orgasms?"

"Not really." Of course I knew sperm comes out but I sort of assumed it seeped out like the juices in my pussy when I'm excited.

"Keep stroking and licking me and I'll show you."

Wow, it sounded like I was going to make him cum like he made me cum the previous week. I started to lick him a bit faster now. I'd pull my fist along his shaft towards the pink knob. Then as I pulled it back down again I'd take his cock into my mouth and run it over my tongue. Finally I'd press forward with my head, taking his cock as far back into my throat as I could. Each time I did that, the minister would sigh with pleasure.

He started to thrust into my mouth now, pushing his hips forwards roughly as he pulled my head hard onto his cock. It was right on the limit of what I could take, I could barely breathe. He sped up, thrusting back and forth faster and faster in my mouth. Finally, he gave a long grunt and pulled out of my mouth.

For a moment nothing happened. Then suddenly a long jet of white stuff shot out of the end of his cock all over my face. It took me completely by surprise. Then a second jet shot out, less hard this time, leaving a long white rope across my breasts. He pushed his cock back into my mouth and started to stroke himself. I could feel and taste it as more jets pumped into my throat. I could feel his cock jerking in my mouth, firmly at first and gradually dying down. Somewhat like my own orgasm I realized. I swallowed, savoring the unusual flavor.

He stepped back and let his robe fall back down to his ankles, hiding his wonderful cock. I continued to kneel there, my minister's cum on my face and breasts. I grabbed my panties and wiped my face. I was about to wipe my breasts too when I decided not to. When I was in bed that night I wanted to be able to feel where it dried on my breasts, to remember just how exciting it had been.

I got dressed. Walking home I elated, having had such an exciting time but safe in the knowledge that with my minister's blessing, nothing was against God's will.

Chapter 5: In which I get a plastic cock. And a real one.

Of course my masturbation that week was all focused on my minister's cock. Now I knew what it looked like, what it felt like in my mouth, what his cum looked like. Now I could fantasize much more vividly as I danced the little vibrator on my clit. I would relive what had happened earlier in the week. I'd start off imagining his cock all soft, gradually swelling and hardening in my hand. Then I'd imagine taking it into my mouth. And finally, just when the vibrator made me climax, I'd imagine the warm white spurts slashing across my face and my breasts.

It was time to go for my weekly meeting with the minister. These days, knowing I would undress for him, I took more care to wear my nicest underwear, unlike that first day when I'd just been in old baggy panties.

As usual, the minister asked me to undress. I did it more stylishly now, taking off my top and then my pants, leaving myself in matching bra and thong panties. Then I unclasped the bra and slowly let it fall from my breasts, watching his eyes as they greedily drunk in the scene. Finally, I turned away from him, and looked coquettish over my shoulder as I slipped my thong over my ass cheeks and bent over, giving him a good view of my pussy between my legs. Then I sat down completely naked, my legs spread just a little for him.

He asked me again about masturbation and fantasies and I told him how I usually relived last week's meeting when I licked his cock.

"Do you want to see it again?" he asked.

"Oh, yes please."

I expected him to pull up his robes again like last time so I was surprised when, instead, he removed his robe and then his shirt until he too was naked. His lovely cock wasn't hard but even so I couldn't keep my eyes off it. He walked over to the file cabinet and got out another cardboard box, much bigger than the one that had held the pocket rocket.

I figured I just had a dirty mind when I thought to myself that it seemed about the size of an erect cock. But he opened the box and removed a plastic cock. It looked to be a realistic shape but it was black. Not like a black man's cock would presumably look, but jet black like coal.

I knew from biology that the man's cock goes in my pussy during sex, but to tell the truth I'd not really thought about that aspect until then. When I did think about it, it was daunting. The idea that something that size could fit inside me seemed quite impossible. My pussy feels tight when I just push one finger inside myself, and my limit seems to be two fingers. And my fingers are small.

"This is called a dildo," he said. "Once you are used to it you will find it very pleasurable to have inside you."

He took a small plastic bottle out of the file cabinet, and dribbled some clear liquid out onto the black cock. It looked obscene when he rubbed the liquid over the dildo cock with his hand.

"However, it might hurt the first time. But the Lord will give you strength."

Drape your legs over the arms of the chair and scoot forward so that your ass is right on the edge of the seat. When I did as instructed my body felt like it was spread wide-open.

"Can you come with just your fingers or do you need your little vibe?"

"Fingers are fine."

"Good. Then masturbate. I will see how tight you are with my fingers and then, just at the moment you come, I'm going to push the dildo into you. As I said, it might hurt but you'll be relaxed and lost in ecstasy so you'll barely notice."

I started to masturbate. He moved over and stood beside me. He didn't say anything but I figured it would be fine to hold his cock. It feels so amazing the way it grows and hardens in my hand. While I was stroking his cock he squeezed a little more of the transparent liquid onto his fingers and rubbed it into the folds of my pussy. It was really slippery. When he pushed one of his fingers, much larger than my own, into me it went in with almost no resistance at all.

I wrapped my mouth around his cockhead. It was so exciting to have his hard cock in my mouth again that I knew my orgasm wouldn't be long coming. I closed my eyes to enjoy all the feelings, the rigid cock in my mouth, my finger caressing my clit, my minister's finger stroking inside my pussy. I felt him work a second lubricated finger into me. I felt stretched wider than I'd ever been before.

I started to stroke my clit harder and faster. I took my hand off his cock, reached down and pulled my lips up and open so that the hood pulled completely off my clit. I wouldn't be able to last long with my fingertip on my raw exposed clit.

"Tell me when you are about to come," he said.

"I'm close," I whispered.

He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and picked up the big black cock. I felt him position the point of it between my lips so that it rested in the entrance to my pussy. I could feel my orgasm starting to build up, feel that familiar tension just before I came, feel my face flushed pink.

"Now," I said as the final crescendo of arousal took me over the edge. My orgasm hit like an explosion. I screamed as pain shot through my pussy and I felt the big black cock brutally thrust into me. I felt my body shaking, an odd mixture of arousal, relief, tension, and pain. As my orgasm continued, I felt the cock being slid back and forth inside my pussy. The pain subsided to a dull ache and gradually the ache turned to pleasure as I grew accustomed to the huge plastic cylinder distending my pussy. Pleasure turned to arousal as the cock continued to...well, fuck me. It's the only word I can think of, even though it's not a word I've ever dared use before.

The plastic cock was pulled from me. I watched as the minister moved between my legs, his cock as big and hard as the black plastic one. He positioned the pink mushroom of his cockhead between my lips in my opening and thrust into me. Having his cock in my pussy turned out to be even more exhilarating than in my mouth. I couldn't believe I was fucking. And I couldn't believe how thrilling it was. My hips started to make small thrusts in time with the minister's cock. All the pain had gone completely to be replaced with pure enjoyment, ecstasy even. Then he was fucking me more vigorously, almost pulling his cock out of me before slamming it back in hard. It's as if each thrust pumped more arousal into me.

He pulled out of me. "Bend over the desk," he said. I lay face down, pressing my breasts into the desk with my legs spread wide. I felt his cock against my ass and then it slipped between my legs and back up into my pussy. It felt different from this angle, it touched different areas inside my pussy. He was breathing hard now, I thought he must be close to coming. I had another orgasm on the way, but I didn't know if I'd get there in time. He was holding my hips and fucking me roughly, banging my thighs against the edge of the desk. He cried out as he came and pulled out of me. I felt the jets of his cum shoot up my back and onto my ass. It felt so good that I came myself, a small orgasm like whipped cream on a dessert.

He lay there almost lying on my back. I could feel his cock resting in the crack of my ass, gradually softening. Finally we stood up. I looked at the black cock lying on the desk. I could see blood on it, the blood of my defloration and the end of my virginity.

Which made me think. "Doesn't this violate the promises of my purity ring?" I asked.

"Nothing that happens here in God's house makes you impure. I am a minister of God giving you the teachings of the Lord."

As I walked home that night, I had a plastic cock in my bag and a throbbing pussy. Not to mention another exciting memory I knew I'd be reliving, black cock in hand, during the next week.

Chapter 6: In which I get into a girlfriend's pants. And get punished for it.

Of course I've been masturbating with the big black cock. It's a bit more difficult to hide than the little vibrator, which I just keep in my purse. I keep it hidden inside one of the stuffed toys on the shelf in my bedroom, one that was originally a pajama case with a zip-up pocket. There's something that seems especially naughty about keeping the cock secreted in an innocent plush rabbit. At night, I get the rabbit and take it to my bed and get out my new friend. When I push the dildo into me, there is now no pain at all, nothing but pleasure. I've been experimenting with different approaches to see which make me come fastest. I think my favorite is to squat on my bed with the black cock resting on the bed fully inside me, and then use the little vibrator on my clit. I can even watch myself in the mirror across the room, see the black cock vanishing obscenely between my pussy lips. All while fantasizing about the minister fucking me again.

One of my girlfriends, Maria, came over one day that week. She's actually Mexican although she was born here. She's quite short, with a boyish figure. Almost flat-chested, she doesn't even always wear a bra. Long black hair. I noticed in the locker room at school that she shaves her lips but keeps a cute rectangle of pubic hair above her slit. She's Catholic of course. When she came over she was dressed in a Mexican skirt rather than the jeans she often wears.

We were meant to be working on a homework project but we goofed off instead and went for a walk on the paths in the woods nearby. Somehow the subject turned to sex. Well, OK, I turned the subject to sex but I think I was subtle about it .She told me the Catholic view on it, which isn't much different from the Evangelical view. No sex outside of marriage. Master your unhealthy desires. It felt very daring to be talking about it. I've never talked about sex with any of my girlfriends before.

I took a big breath and ask her, "What about masturbation?"

She was clearly shocked that I dared to ask such a thing. But after a long pause she eventually replied. "That's prohibited."

"But do you do it anyway?" I asked conspiratorially.

"No," she said. "I wouldn't know how anyway."

"I do."

Maria's head whipped around to look at me to see if I was being serious.

"Isn't it prohibited for you too?"

"I used to think so but I asked the minister."

"You asked the minister that. You are a brave girl. I'd never dare mention it to the priest."

"Yes, he pretty much told me that it was OK and even gave me a vibrator." That was about as much of the story as I was going to admit to Maria.

"What's a vibrator?"

I searched in my bag and pulled out the little pocket rocket and showed it to her.

"Do you want to try it?"

Her eyes opened wide. I could tell she was torn between curiosity and duty. We'd arrived in a small grassy clearing in the woods, dappled with sunlight. I decided to be daring.

"Let's sit down here for a few minutes," I suggested. "The grass looks comfortable and it's in the shade."

The question about trying the vibrator was hanging in the air still.

"Give me ten minutes in which you do whatever I say and I know it'll change your life."

"OK," she said doubtfully.

"Promise."

"I promise. I'll do what you say for ten minutes."

"Right. Lie down on your back and shut your eyes."

I lifted up the front of her skirt and bunched it up at her waist, revealing a pair of plain white panties.

"I'm going to take your panties off. Lift up your ass."

"What?" she said indignantly.

"Remember, you promised."

"But..."

I pulled her panties down over her hips but she did indeed comply and lift up her ass so I could get them off. I put them in her purse.

"Now spread your legs."

She was clearly still a bit reluctant but she did it. I'd never seen another girl's pussy up close like that. Maria's had milky-coffee colored skin and her puffy pussy lips were a darker brown still. I reached out and spread Maria's lips to expose her clit. Just like me she was all pink inside. She was trembling, I'm not sure whether with excitement or fear or anticipation. Nobody had ever touched her pussy before.

I didn't turn it on yet but I pushed the vibrator against her clit and started to move it in small circles so that she could get used to the feeling.

"Ready? This may make you jump a little it's so intense."

I turned on the vibrator and moved it so it was barely touching Maria's clit. As she got accustomed to it I applied a bit more pressure.

"Wow, that feels...well, I'm not sure. I've never felt anything like that before. Really good anyway."

"Just shut your eyes and think of some fantasy."

"I don't really have any fantasies."

"Well I'll have to think of one for you."

I kept the vibrator pressed on Maria's clit as I started to tell her a fantasy, one I used to use back in the days when I'd only touch my slit over my panties just a few weeks ago.

"You are brought before the high-priest in a remote Aztec village. It is the ceremony of the virgins. All the daughters of the village are brought before the priest. You are dressed in a ceremonial robe. A soldier takes a dagger and runs it down the front of your robe so you stand naked. Nobody has ever seen you naked before. Automatically your hands go to cover up your crotch and your nipples. One soldier roughly pulls your hands behind your back, thrusting your little breasts forward. He ties your wrists with a vine. Another bends down and with a knife removes all the pubic hair above your slit in a few quick strokes."

Maria's breathing is getting heavier now as the vibrator works its magic. I stop holding her pussy open, letting it fold back around the head of the vibrator. I gently push a finger into her pussy. Her eyes fly open but then she clearly decides just to go with the flow and closes them again.

"The soldier behind you lifts up one of your legs so that you are standing on one leg with your sex exposed. The other soldier removes the rest of your pubic hair from your lips. He opens up your pussy to check that you are truly a virgin."

"Oh my god," Maria suddenly gasped. Her whole body jerked. "What's happening?"

"You are going to cum, it's the most wonderful feeling."

I pressed the vibrator harder into Maria's crease against her clit and started to fuck her pussy harder with my finger. "Oh my god, I don't think I can take any more. Stop. Stop."

Maria suddenly let out an almost animalistic howl and her body shook as the first orgasm of her life flooded through her uncomprehending body. "Oh, oh, oh," she said as she absorbed the rollercoaster of feeling that the vibrator was creating. I removed the vibrator and just stroked the inside of her pussy as her climax gradually died away.

She lay there motionless and I wondered for a moment if she'd passed out. Then she opened her eyes. "That was unbelievable," she said smiling. Then we heard voices approaching through the wood so I quickly pulled her skirt down. We were sitting innocently by the time the other walkers entered the clearing.

"Let's go back home," Maria suggested.

"And..."

"...and do it again."

We walked back home. It was a little thrill to know that Maria was naked under her skirt alongside me. But when we got home my parents were around, Maria had to leave soon and I had to go for my weekly meeting at the church. It would have to await another day.

"What's new this week," the minister asked as I undressed.

"Well, I've been masturbating using the cock." I picked it out of my bag and rubbed it between my legs. I was surprised to see I was already aroused enough that I left a trail of slickness on the black plastic.

"Oh, and I taught another girl to masturbate," I admitted.

I told him about the afternoon in the clearing in the wood. I thought he'd be pleased at my self-confidence.

"But she is a Catholic," he said. "Just because Evangelicals are flexible about masturbation it doesn't mean Catholics are. It is a very serious mistake you've made and I'm going to have to punish you for leading an innocent into temptation."

"What sort of punishment?"

"Traditional chastisement. You see that riding crop on the hook on the wall. Bring it over here. A dozen strokes."

I couldn't believe this was happening but I went and fetched the crop. It was thin and very whippy with an extra little leather strip at the end to add to the sting. It was enough to get a huge horse moving so I'm sure it was going to be painful. I was scared but also surprisingly aroused.

"Bend over that chair and put your head on the seat so that your ass is in the air," he commanded. I did as he ordered. "Part your legs more, I want you to feel more vulnerable." He was right, once my legs were parted and I knew my pussy was exposed then I did feel much more defenseless. I felt humiliated bent over so obscenely.

"You need to count the strokes," he continued. "And if you lift up from the chair or you bend your knees then it doesn't count."

I felt the riding crop pressed against the cheeks of my ass as he took aim. Then he lifted it up. There was a terrifying swoosh through the air. I heard the crop thwack onto my buttocks before I felt it, and then it was like a red-hot iron had been laid across my ass. I screamed out in surprise and pain. There was an acute sting along the line of the crop and gradually the smarting spread to a wide stripe. My eyes watered. I was amazed to feel my nipples suddenly harden.

"One," I remembered to say.

If anything the second stroke was worse. The swoosh through the air seemed to last forever now I knew just how much the impact would hurt. Again the crop laid a line of pain across my ass, a little bit lower this time, I cried out as my cheeks blazed.

"Two."

He paused to let the pain build up and subside between each stroke, so that each one was a separate little packet of agony. The third stroke whipped through the air and landed across the top of my thighs, perhaps even more sensitive than my ass. It felt horribly close to my pussy, exposed and only just protected by my thighs. As the welt of the crop seared into my skin I started to cry.

"Three." It was getting hard to even think straight, let alone remember how many strokes there had been.

The fourth stroke felt even harder than the other three. The loud swoosh through the air, the crack of the crop on my ass, the slight delay before suddenly the pain hit me and my ass felt like a blunt knife had been drawn across it. It took all my effort to stop my knees buckling. I was crying now, I just couldn't stop myself.

By the time the twelfth stroke was due I knew that my ass must be a criss-cross of red wheals. My tears were flowing copiously now. But curiously I could feel wetness in my pussy too. Pain and passion are so close to each other.

I felt him line up the twelfth stroke. I could feel the little leather end to the crop rubbing against my pussy lips. Surely he wouldn't hit me in such a sensitive place? He raised the crop and brought it down. The crop hit my ass and the little leather strip whipped around onto my pussy. My knees collapsed with the intensity of the pain and I ended up on the floor. I looked up at him. I could see the bulge in his robe where his cock was obviously hard.

"Remember, that one doesn't count. Back in position. How many is it now?"

"Only eleven."

Again I felt the leather strip being lined up on my pussy lips. I gritted my teeth hard as I heard the swoosh. Again his aim was perfect and the leather strip caught my lips, stinging them like a bee. I cried out, but I managed to hold the position.

"Twelve," I said.

"Stay there," he replied.

"But you said only twelve, I don't think I can take any more."

But he had something else in mind. He lifted up his robe and pushed his hard cock straight into my pussy. Despite my pussy throbbing with pain, it was sopping wet. I was flabbergasted when I orgasmed immediately he entered me. I had no idea that I was even close. It just came out of nowhere. Somehow the stinging pain of the brutal whipping concealed the height of my arousal even from me. My knees bent and I felt my pussy tighten hard on his cock as the powerful orgasm took over my body while the minister continued to fuck me hard and fast.

He pulled out of me and pushed me down so I was kneeling on the floor. He pushed his cock into my mouth as the first warm jets of cum erupted from his cock. I reached up and pumped his cock, emptying him into my mouth. Then I gently licked his wonderful cock clean.

"So, young lady," the minister said, "you have a choice going forward. You can be a good girl and not lead your Catholic friend into temptation, or you can be a naughty girl and mislead her as much as you want but you must be punished each time you do in order to expunge the sin."

I walked home that evening with not just a throbbing pussy but a throbbing striped ass too. I had a feeling I wasn't going to be able to keep my hands out of Maria's panties and so I guess more whipping was in my future. Followed by an intense fuck, of course.

Chapter 7: In which I discover the joy of licking. And my 3rd hole.

I lay naked in front of the floor length mirror in my room and pulled my knees up to my chest. The red slashes across my ass were starting to turn blue-black. I still couldn't understand how something so overpoweringly painful could also get me to the cusp of orgasm. But I couldn't get it out of my head. When I masturbated that week, I used the little vibrator as I imagined myself submissively bent over that chair, undergoing an intensely painful whipping. Then, when I got close to coming, I'd grab the black cock, force it into myself in a single thrust and imagine my minister fucking me until I came.

Maria was coming over again one day that week. I'd already decided to give into temptation and to take my punishment as a result. Her pussy had looked so delicious in the woods that...well, you can guess what I had in mind.

When she arrived we went up to my room. I could tell from the unnatural way she was talking too fast that she was a bit sexually aroused, anticipating something but probably not having much idea what. She was dressed in denim shorts and a top with a built-in bra, although her little tits didn't really fill it out. She sat down at my desk, still talking too fast saying something about homework, too shy to talk about what was really on her mind: sex. I came up behind her and briefly massaged her shoulders. From that angle I could see down her top. I could just see her pretty brown nipples, surprisingly big for such small breasts. I slid my hands forward, off her shoulders and down into her top until I could feel her nipples against my fingertips. I could tell she was holding her breath, her body rigid with excitement. I felt her nipples harden under my fingers. I pulled my hands from her top, reached down in front of her until I could grab the hem of her top and pulled it off over her head. I squatted down beside her and took one of her nipples into my mouth. She moaned as I gently took it between my teeth and tickled the end of it with the tip of my tongue.

As I licked her nipple my hand slid down across her bare stomach. I slid on down onto the denim of her shorts. She uncrossed her legs. I slide my fingers on further until they are stroking the soft silky skin of her parted inner thighs. I could sense her excitement and also the way she was letting me take the lead. Once again she was mine to do what I wanted with. I slipped my fingers into one of the legs of her shorts until my fingertips could almost feel the hem of her panties but her shorts were really too tight.

I took her hand and led her over to my bed. She was really cute, topless, wearing just those denim cutoffs. She sat on the edge of the bed, not quite sure what to do. I put my hand between her tiny breasts and pushed her so that her back is on the bed. I undid the button on her shorts, unzipped them and pulled them off. She was wearing a bright red thong. I was about to take that off when she reached down and held it, suddenly a bit reluctant at the last minute. I let her keep it for then, a little bit of modesty. I pushed her further onto the bed and spread her legs. I leant forward and kissed her thong, guessing where her clit should have been. I ran the tip of my tongue up and down her slit. She squirmed a little, maybe excitement, maybe embarrassment, maybe it tickled. I reached out, grabbed the edge of her thong and pulled it to one side uncovering her slit. Before she realized what I was doing I plunged my tongue into her pussy. Maria let out a long low moan.

It was unbelievably exciting to taste a pussy for the first time. And Maria tasted different from anything I'd ever tasted before, the delicate flavor of sex. I already knew how nice it was to be licked. I just hoped that I would be able to do as good a job for Maria as the minister had for me. I opened her pussy up with my fingers until I could see her little pink clit, nestling under its little brown hood, like a miniscule bareheaded monk. I started to gently nuzzle it with my tongue. I could sense Maria's excitement as I started to lick her clit a little harder.

But I was feeling overdressed. I stood up, pulled of my own top, unzipped my jeans and soon I was naked too. I moved up onto the bed and lowered one of my breasts onto Maria's mouth. She gamely licked my nipple, which I had to admit felt fabulous. I took her hand and pressed it against my pussy, pushing her middle finger in between my lips. Since she didn't masturbate she wasn't really sure what to do, so I guided her finger onto my clit and showed her how I liked to be touched. Then I guided her finger further back between my legs and pushed it into the warm, wet entrance to my pussy. I held her inside me as once again I bent over her body, pulled her thong off her finally, and started to lick her coffee-colored pussy.

I could tell by the way that Maria's hips were thrusting up into my mouth that she was getting very aroused. I pushed a finger into her again and started to fuck her tight little hole as I continued to move my tongue over her hard little clit in long slow strokes. Her finger in my pussy started to fuck me at the same rate. I felt her body tense as her orgasm approached. As she started to cum I started to fuck her faster with my finger, while attacking her clit hard and fast with my tongue. She screamed out as her body absorbed the torrent of pleasure that broke over her.

As before she lay motionless and silent, almost passed out, once her orgasm had faded. I moved up the bed and squatted over her face, lowering my pussy onto her mouth. I felt her tongue push out almost experimentally into my pussy. This was really worth the punishment that I knew I would have to endure the following evening. It was so intimate having my best friend's tongue in my slit, having just brought her off. Especially as I knew it wouldn't be the last time. Maria was clearly a sponge for sexual delight and would let me do whatever I wanted to get it. A week ago she'd been a demure Catholic asexual schoolgirl. Now she was a sexual animal on heat. Her tongue started to lick me harder, swirling around in the entrance to my pussy, generating exhilarating twinges that shot out from my groin.

I reached out under my pillow and found the small vibrator. I turned it on and held it against my clit. The combination of the vibe on my clit and Maria's tongue inside me wouldn't take long to get me through the last bit of the journey to my climax.

"I'm going to come," I said quietly to Maria as I felt my orgasm rushing towards me. I could feel Maria's tongue inside my wet spasming pussy and the gentle buzzing of the vibrator on my clit as my orgasm built up and died away.

I lay down beside Maria, both of us naked. I put an arm over her.

"Wasn't that something?" I said.

"It was even better than last time," she replied. "I can see I'm going to have to come visiting more often."

The next evening I went to see the minister. Of course the first thing he asked me once we had both undressed was whether I'd seen Maria. I was tempted to lie to avoid the punishment, but I told him. He wanted to know all the details of what we'd done so he could assess a suitable punishment. I could see his cock getting hard as I told him the story. I assumed he was working out how many strokes of the crop to give me but it turned out he had a different punishment in mind.

He went over to the file cabinet and pulled out another black plastic thing. I wasn't really sure what it was. It was shaped a bit like a spade on a playing card but with a much wider base. He poured some of the lubricant in the little plastic bottle onto it. He made me bend over his desk and then he did something that completely surprised me. He squatted down behind me and started to lick my asshole. It felt really dirty and naughty, so of course it turned me on immediately. After he'd licked my asshole for a bit he started to finger it and in no time he had a finger inside me. This was really weird, I mean obviously nobody had touched my asshole before but I'd never even heard of such a thing.

"Done gently and slowly, anal sex shouldn't hurt. But this is a punishment so it won't be gentle or slow."

He took the black plastic thing, removed his finger from in my ass, and pushed the pointed end into my asshole. He pushed hard and it hurt. I screamed out. The widest part was thicker than the black cock under my mattress. He relaxed, and then pushed forward again. He seemed to know just how hard to push so that the pain was not quite unbearable. I teared up. It felt like my ass was being split in two as gradually he worked the plug into me. Finally, just as my tears were starting to flow copiously because I didn't think I could take any more, the widest part of the plug slipped into me like a bolt sliding home.

The minister reached out and started to pull the plug out a little before letting it go, which generated more spasms of pain. But gradually my asshole got used to the invasion it was no longer painful, just a dull throbbing. In fact having the plug moved around in my ass started to become somewhat pleasurable.

He came behind me once again. I wasn't sure what he had in mind. His cock slipped easily into my soaked pussy and he started to fuck me. When he pushed forward, not only would his cock slide into my pussy but his belly would press on the plug pushing it deeper into my ass.

I felt the plug being pulled from my ass and then, almost immediately, I felt his cock pressed against my asshole. He started to push, slowly but firmly. Since it had already been pre-prepared by the huge plug, it didn't take a lot of pressure before my body relaxed again and admitted the head of his cock. I could only imagine what I looked like with his cock head buried between my cheeks, still with the fast fading grid visible from my whipping the week before.

He started to fuck my ass, gradually getting his cock deeper and deeper into me until his belly was pressed up against my cheeks. My ass felt really tight on his cock, nothing like when he was in my pussy. I found it hard to believe that his large cock was somehow inside my ass.

He started to fuck me. I could feel the long shaft of his cock withdraw from my ass before he roughly thrust forward and buried himself in me again. If you'd asked me earlier if I'd enjoy having a cock in my ass I'd have thought you were mad. But it was a surprising turn-on, not least because it seemed so taboo and dirty.

The ring of my asshole felt really tight on his cock, a totally different feel from when his cock was in my pussy. He started to fuck me more roughly. The fronts of my thighs were rammed onto the edge of the desk on each stroke.

I was so tight he couldn't last long. He made a sort of growling noise as he came, pumping those jets of white cum deep into my ass. He pulled out of me. My asshole was really sore, and in fact would continue to be for several days after my anal punishment. I'd only ever thought of my asshole as good for one thing before, but now I had a whole new perspective. I would have to start playing with it when I masturbated.

When we were dressed, the minister told me that summer was over and the following weekend would be his last in church. So this was my final meeting with him. Once again he reminded me of the confidentiality of our meetings, that I must never talk about them to anyone, and he would never tell anyone either.

Chapter 8: In which I go scouting. But keep wearing my purity ring.

I know you think I'm naïve swallowing all that stuff, and I don't just mean the minister's cum, about still being chaste as long as I only fuck in church. But I'm not that stupid. I know the minister is really taking advantage of my innocence. He's swearing me to secrecy so he doesn't lose his job in disgrace. However, I've been taking advantage of his forwardness too, and, in the beginning at least, the fact that he was a man of the cloth allowed me to get over my religion-induced sexual hang-ups. But now he's gone and what happens next is up to me.

I didn't actually have a plan for what would happen next, but a week or so after the minister left a friend of mine from school came round to pick up a book back that he'd lent me. The doorbell rang and when I answered it, Derek was standing there. He's tall and looking at him you'd expect him to be really self-confident but he's actually pretty shy. He's something senior in the scouts and was in his scout uniform. Now if there is one thing better than a smart uniform on a guy then it is a smart uniform on my bedroom floor. Although my mind told me I shouldn't, my pussy immediately wanted him. I think I even licked my lips.

I invited him in and we went up to my room to find the book. When he noticed my ring it gave me the entrée I needed.

"Is that a purity ring?" he asked.

"Yes. But shall I tell you a secret. I asked my minister about it and he said it didn't violate my promise if I masturbated."

Derek was clearly stunned to hear me say that. He was lost for words.

"Do you masturbate?" I asked innocently. If I could get him talking about sex I was pretty sure I could get him out of that uniform.

He blushed in embarrassment. Eventually he answered guiltily, "Sometimes."

"What do you fantasize about?"

"Well, naked girls mostly I suppose. Especially their...well, between their legs"

"Have you ever seen between a girl's legs? Ever seen a girl's pussy?"

He blushed again. "Well, I've seen pictures on the internet. But never in real life."

"Would you like to?"

"Of course," he replied, clearly thinking I was just talking in abstract terms.

I wondered whether I should make an I'll-show-you-mine-you-show-me-yours sort of deal or just take the lead and see what happened. I decided that jumping without a safety net seemed more exciting, and besides didn't offer him a chance to say no.

I turned my desk chair around to face my bed. "Sit down," I said.

He still had no idea what was going on but he sat down anyway. I stood in front of him and pulled my top off over my head, then undid my shorts and stepped out of them. I was just wearing a bra and panties. The way he stared at my body made me feel incredibly feminine and sexy.

I unclipped my bra and slowly lowered it so that he finally got to see my breasts, probably the first naked breasts he'd seen too. I reached up and gently stroked my nipples. They were already hard.

I nearly had a failure of nerve at that point, suddenly wanting to keep my panties on. But then I thought of his lovely cock and how I would never get his cock into my pussy without showing it to him first. I slipped my panties over my hips and they fell to my ankles. I stepped out of them completely naked and stood in front of him.

The atmosphere in the room was electric. Like me when I first shaved, he couldn't tear his eyes away from my shaved slit. I stepped back until I felt my bed behind my legs, and then lay back onto it. I spread my legs for him. Finally he got to see his first pussy.

"Move the chair over here so you can see better."

He scooted the chair over on its casters until he was almost against the bed between my legs. I decided to give him a guided tour.

"These are my outer lips, and these are my inner lips." I opened up my pussy. "This is the entrance to my vagina," I continued, gently pressing a fingertip inside myself. I wasn't really surprised just how wet I was. "And this here, this is my clit. It's the most sensitive little part and when you are with a girl you need to know how to find it. When I masturbate mostly I stroke my clit."

I glanced over at him and I could see the bulge in his pants from his now-hard cock.

"Would you like me to masturbate for you?" I continued.

"Yes," he whispered. He could barely talk he was so aroused.

"OK, but then you have to masturbate for me too. Take off your clothes."

He stood up, took of his scout scarf, removed his scout shirt, unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and his underwear off together. His cock leapt free. It was about the same length but wasn't quite as thick as the minister's, the only other cock I'd seen. Another surprise, it seemed to be different at the end. Whereas the minister's cock was covered with skin and his pink knob only became visible when he got hard, Derek's cockhead didn't seem to have that skin.

Of course, I wanted to take him into my mouth immediately but I knew I had to go a bit more slowly or I might spook him. But so far everything was going perfectly.

"OK," I said. "When I masturbate I usually start by touching just my outer lips or perhaps stroking my nipples. A sort of warm up to get fully into the mood. Then I stroke up and down along my inner lips, which are quite sensitive, gradually letting my fingertip penetrate in between them. When a girl gets excited her pussy gets all wet and slippery so it's good to spread the wetness around so everywhere gets slippery."

As I told Derek what I did, of course I was also showing him. He started to stroke his cock with his fist. I wondered whether to show him my vibrator but decided it would be sexier au naturel as it were.

"Then I open myself up with one hand and with a finger from the other hand I start to stroke my clit like this."

You have no idea how erotic it was lying naked masturbating while he watched. Originally I'd been worried maybe I'd be too self-conscious to cum in front of him but I was so turned-on that I knew I'd have no difficulty. My finger circled my clit a bit faster now. I was about to change hand positions to slip a finger inside myself when I had an idea.

"Give me your other hand," I said, "and stick out one finger." I grabbed his finger and guided it in between my lips and to my entrance. "Push your finger gently into me." It felt wonderful as his long finger slowly slipped into my wet pussy. I was close to coming. "Move your finger back and forth, yes like that but a little faster. Perfect. Keep doing that and don't you dare stop when I start to cum."

We just continued like that for a short time, me stroking my clit and him gently fucking me. I started to moan, letting him know I was close. I almost screamed as my orgasm began, bucking my hips hard against his hand, partly for show and partly because I just couldn't stop myself. "Don't stop," I moaned as I stroked my nipples with both hands while his finger continued to coax my orgasm to go on and on.

I sat up, slipped off the bed and pushed the desk chair away a bit. I knelt on the floor and before Derek had any idea what I was doing I wrapped my mouth over his cockhead. He grunted in a mixture of surprise and pleasure. It felt good to have the second cock of my life but I'd need to be careful. I didn't want him to come too soon, my pussy was feeling hungry.

I pushed Derek's hand off his cock and took over, stroking his shaft with my hand while I licked his knob. I didn't take him deep into my mouth since I figured it would be too much for him the first time.

"Lie on the bed," I said to him. He got onto my bed and lay back. I grasped his cock and once again took his beautiful pink knob into my mouth and swirled my tongue around its rim. I was ready to fuck him. I slid up alongside him and kissed him. I pushed my tongue urgently into his mouth. It felt really special since kissing was something I'd never done with the minister. We lay there, our mouths pressed together and our tongues jousting with each other.

I moved fast just in case he might be reluctant, planning to save his virginity for another time. I straddled his body, sat up and took his hard cock into my pussy all in one smooth movement. It felt amazing as he slid deep into me. I started to rock my hips back and forth. I knew he wouldn't last long but that was okay. I guessed this wouldn't be the last time we would fuck. I reached down and pinched his nipples. Hard. He yelped in pain and then he was starting to cum. I pulled off him since we weren't using a condom. So much for the scout motto "be prepared." I took him into my mouth again and fucked him as hard as I could, enjoying the sensation of his cock jerking against my tongue as he pumped cum into the back of my throat.

I lay down on his body, pressing my breasts into his chest as I felt his softening cock against my pussy lips. I kissed him again, pushing my tongue into his mouth, less urgently this time, more affectionately. I started to feel a bit guilty. It wasn't as if I'd raped him but I'd not exactly asked permission either. Just look at how different I'd become from just a couple of months earlier when I first went to see the minister.

But also I felt proud of myself. My first seduction. My first virgin. My second man. My first kiss. My first time on top. My first fuck outside the church.

My first real "fuck you" to the promises of my purity ring.

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