Straight Female / 72
Getting Your Cherry Busted Was A Big Thing
Everything is taboo now. But when I was a teen things were a lot different. Sex with an older man was something to brag about. You lost your cherry, and you told anyone and everyone who would listen. Of course your grama and your divorced aunt gave you a long face and your mom told you to be careful and never mind your grama. I'm a sex therapist, working mostly with very hung up young women. I tell them this story, it happened on the West Virginia and Ohio border some fifty years ago.
My family was big even then, seven kids. The older ones raised the younger ones type of thing. In our house all the girls shared one room, the boys shared the other room and the parents were down the hall. We had one bathroom, and tits and dicks were just part of life. No one knew we were poor, or that we lived in a teeny house or that we lived on the other side of the tracks, everyone we knew lived like us.
By the time we were in junior and senior high girls left school and didn't come back. Babies appeared in houses, girls who lived there took correspondence school, new couples adopted babies the day they got married and mom and friends gossiped about Mary Sue who at least got married to that no good Joe who had a job at the printers. My year was when I was 14.
That year our church had a visiting pastor who had a summer retreat, one week for the boys, one week for the girls. We went to the next town which had a great big VFW hall and we all slept on the second floor. I got the urge to pee and I didn't want to wake anyone up so I tip toed down the steps in the dark, found the bathroom and went in. I got my pants down and was sitting on the toilet when the pastor walked in, he was totally undressed except for his underwear. The street light from the window let me see his face as he stared at me on the toilet. I guess a girl with her pants down was a big deal, in our house if you had to pee it didn't matter who was in the bathroom. I was surprised but not embarrassed.
I stood, my pjs and panties around my knees, I took some tp and lifted my leg to wipe never taking my eyes from his. His underpants bulged out, his dick was hard. I asked him if he had a boner, and touched his boner. I asked him if he wanted to touch. His fingers were cold but it felt good to feel his fingers on my pussy. He wasn't one of my brothers, he was a man. I was holding his boner in my hand, I asked him if he wanted a bj and took his dick out of his underwear and put it in my mouth like my brother had us do.
I worked my pjs and panties off, took his dick in my hand rubbing it against my pussy. I was intent on getting fucked, all the talk with my friends and sisters and I was going to get my cherry popped by a man, a pastor, not some high school brat. I guess I was squeezing his dick too hard, his eyes were watering. I turned and held myself on the sink and told him he could do it that way, just get his dick in me. His dick was hot, like a hot rod of steel like the girls talked about. He fucked in and out, then grabbed my shoulders real hard and really fucked until he squirted his stuff all over my butt and back.
I told one, then two girls. My same age sister, just like it happened. It got out that I had taken his cherry. His stint at our church was over and I got blamed for running him off. Lots of girls were getting their cherries busted, among my school friends, my sisters and cousins I had serious bragging rights. I'd had my cherry busted by a man, never mind that he left town.
My family was big even then, seven kids. The older ones raised the younger ones type of thing. In our house all the girls shared one room, the boys shared the other room and the parents were down the hall. We had one bathroom, and tits and dicks were just part of life. No one knew we were poor, or that we lived in a teeny house or that we lived on the other side of the tracks, everyone we knew lived like us.
By the time we were in junior and senior high girls left school and didn't come back. Babies appeared in houses, girls who lived there took correspondence school, new couples adopted babies the day they got married and mom and friends gossiped about Mary Sue who at least got married to that no good Joe who had a job at the printers. My year was when I was 14.
That year our church had a visiting pastor who had a summer retreat, one week for the boys, one week for the girls. We went to the next town which had a great big VFW hall and we all slept on the second floor. I got the urge to pee and I didn't want to wake anyone up so I tip toed down the steps in the dark, found the bathroom and went in. I got my pants down and was sitting on the toilet when the pastor walked in, he was totally undressed except for his underwear. The street light from the window let me see his face as he stared at me on the toilet. I guess a girl with her pants down was a big deal, in our house if you had to pee it didn't matter who was in the bathroom. I was surprised but not embarrassed.
I stood, my pjs and panties around my knees, I took some tp and lifted my leg to wipe never taking my eyes from his. His underpants bulged out, his dick was hard. I asked him if he had a boner, and touched his boner. I asked him if he wanted to touch. His fingers were cold but it felt good to feel his fingers on my pussy. He wasn't one of my brothers, he was a man. I was holding his boner in my hand, I asked him if he wanted a bj and took his dick out of his underwear and put it in my mouth like my brother had us do.
I worked my pjs and panties off, took his dick in my hand rubbing it against my pussy. I was intent on getting fucked, all the talk with my friends and sisters and I was going to get my cherry popped by a man, a pastor, not some high school brat. I guess I was squeezing his dick too hard, his eyes were watering. I turned and held myself on the sink and told him he could do it that way, just get his dick in me. His dick was hot, like a hot rod of steel like the girls talked about. He fucked in and out, then grabbed my shoulders real hard and really fucked until he squirted his stuff all over my butt and back.
I told one, then two girls. My same age sister, just like it happened. It got out that I had taken his cherry. His stint at our church was over and I got blamed for running him off. Lots of girls were getting their cherries busted, among my school friends, my sisters and cousins I had serious bragging rights. I'd had my cherry busted by a man, never mind that he left town.
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