I Was A Christian Once, But I Am Not A Christian Now

When I was in junior high my parents moved us to Central America where they had signed up to be missionaries. The church we belonged was called an evangelist church by everyone, it was non denominational. We were enrolled in an English speaking school that followed the US curriculum.

I was fourteen, I had curves, and tits. I wore a uniform, and got in trouble several times because the skirt was too short, and because I took off my bra when I was in school. If a boy had a dollar I let him lift my skirt and get a look at my panties. I never wore shorts under my skirt.

My parents were both at meetings at the church and I went with a friend to the donut shop in the mall. An older boy with a car offered us a ride and we drove to this park out of town. He felt me up, I wasn't wearing a bra. I let him put his hand all the way up my skier touching me between my legs, we kissed while I held his dick. On the seat leaning over the back he got behind me a fucked me all the way in. My friend in the back seat watched but didn't talk the whole time he was kissing me and feeling me up.

I got pregnant, which was a big thing and had to get married to him. My friend did talk about him, because she was there. My mother showed up in black, and never spoke to me again after I was sent to his house to live.

I wasn't allowed back in the Church, my name didn't exist. I dropped out of school, pregnant girls were not allowed. My mother in law recruited me for housekeeping and chores. My husband was resentful that he had to get married. I was alone, surrounded by strangers.

I became 'wild', after my son was born I sucked the cock of the gardener, let the cook feel me up and eat me. My husband had what they called 'rights', he fucked me and I got pregnant again.

I was divorced and moved to Oregon when I was twenty-one, I had to leave my kids with him.

I got a GED, and got a certificate as a medical aide. I've been a fast girl all my life.