How my religious first boyfriend introduced me to the joys of sex [F/M]

I’ve recently found my old diaries in which I’d described my sexual adventures and feelings in shameless detail. Those were so hilarious and entertaining that I decided to share some of those stories with you. Also, I want to give something back to the community. It's my first GW-story, my English isn’t immaculate and I didn’t enjoy the privilege of having a beta.

Short remark I: In my country the age of consent is sixteen.

Short remark II: My country has a dual education system, meaning that students graduate from mandatory Secondary School after nine years to either enter into an apprenticeship/vocational training (and practical secondary education) or continue with a separate secondary education.

When I was sixteen I moved to the city to study at a Design school. I still spent my weekends back at my parents’ in the countryside and would hang out with my old friends. Like most teenagers, I had a terrible low self-esteem and didn’t believe that anyone would be interested in me. I was petite, 45kg/158 cm (99lb/5’2”), with a small chest, long chestnut-coloured hair and doe-like eyes of the same colour, bespectacled. My body, a mix of European and Asian, was in quite decent shape due to the years of playing tennis and floorball, and attending dancing lessons. However, I was a snarky know-it all with a humour as dry as the Sahara and rolled my d20 dices on a regular basis when I wasn’t reading comics or studying medieval history for fun. Such traits weren’t considered cool at that time (and I doubt it is now). Also, the fact that some of my co-students were professional models reinforced my belief that I would die a spinster – dried up and miserable. But despite my non-existent love life I still had great time with my friends.

Whenever we would fancy a swim in the rivers, Benedict, the older brother of my friend Theodore, would sometimes join us. I enjoyed peeking at his slim but toned body, and found his blond wavy hair and blue eyes very cute. I can’t remember exactly but I think Benedict was in his final year of his apprenticeship as precision engineer. He was an enthusiastic motorcyclist and wake-boarder who spent a lot of time on the family yacht, in the plane (his father had a pilot licence), or at the local church group. He was a religious chap, which paradoxically made him even more interesting; Forbidden fruit and all. I’ve developed a huge crush on him.

It didn’t take long for us to become more familiar with one another when Benedict had began to show up more frequently. However, I didn’t think anything of our interactions like when he threw me into the water or pinched my sides. He would also take me to the lake or just drive around the picturesque countryside with me on the back of his motorcycle. My thick head might have sensed some tension but I attributed it to my vivid imagination. He was just a good friend I told myself.

One evening we ended up alone at the riverside, abandoned by our friends, and watched the sun going down behind the pine trees. Benedict draped a quilt over our shoulders. We talked about whatever and somehow his arms found their way around my waist, pulling me closer, to which I nestled my head on the crook of his neck. He smelled like heaven and before I knew our mouths pressed together. I’ve never kissed a man before and I was not sure what to do but he was a good teacher and I was an inquisitive pupil. Soon enough his hands were roaming all over my body and vice versa. We’ve snogged like only randy teenagers could: Lips swollen, hickeys and bite marks, tousled hair, me straddling his lap, his hands cupping my arse. It was exactly how I imagined French kissing would be; steamy, passionate, exciting, addictive.

I was in seventh heaven and was looking forward to my first sleepover at his house. Now, I’d realised that we didn’t have much in common (he listened to Xavier Naidoo, I to Die Toten Hosen; he believed in luck, I believed in taking matters into my own hands) but my pussy successfully convinced me that I was in love.

Two weeks later, with his parents gone and his brother out, we didn’t waste much time with watching movies and made out on the sofa, the stairs, on the floor, in his bed. All we could think of was exploring our bodies, which we did with much enthusiasm while getting rid of our clothes. I've felt his penis before during our previous snogging-sessions but never dared to actually touch it. However, this time I felt more confident. I slid my little hands under his shorts, over the trimmed pubic hair straight to his stiff cock. I gasped in surprise at how smooth and hard he was. Benedict chuckled and bit my earlobe. “Go on,” he said in a coarse voice and pinched my little, hard nipples. “Really?” I asked, thinking about his belief in chastity until marriage et cetera. He responded with his hot tongue gliding down my neck, along my collarbone and down to my breasts, making me moan in a very dirty way. He was definitely pushing his self-set boundaries forward into forbidden territories.

I pushed him down the mattress and yanked down his shorts. Nothing I’d ever read or heard about sex ever mentioned how arousing the sight of a rock-hard cock dripping with precum was. My heart throbbed furiously. Now what? I was the girl who received the gift she desperately wanted without actually knowing what to do with it. Thankfully, Benedict sensed my insecurity and guided my hands around his cock, lubricating my palms with his precum and using a firm grip to squeeze and stroke him. It was so erotic to watch him groaning and biting his lips while my hands slid up and down his shaft. Soon enough I was curious how it would be to pleasure him with my mouth. But I was too shy to be so explicit; I mean, what would he think of me if I’d ask him if I could give him a blowjob?

So, I stopped stroking his cock and began to kiss his chest and lick his nipples as I worked my way down. “Oh, fuck,” Benedict sighed as it dawned upon him what I wanted to do. I looked up with my doe-like eyes. “Oh, fuck!” he said and moaned. Suddenly, he forced my head down so that his penis brushed against my cheek. His cock was just a breath away from my mouth and I could smell his arousal. I nearly panicked as I’ve realised what I was about to do. But I wanted to be brave, so I began to shyly lick his cock like a lolly. “I don’t know how…” I admitted, being a tad embarrassed about my lack of experience, “Uhm, can you teach me?” He brushed some lose strains of hair behind my ears. “Open your mouth a bit more,” he said and pushed his cock into my mouth while maintaining a firm grip on my head. “Suck it but be careful with your teeth.”

Holy fuck, the taste of Benedict’s cock made me soaking wet. I couldn’t help but moan, to which he twitched in my mouth. I licked up and down his shaft and began to suck, using my tongue and hands to increase the stimulation. His breathing became more ragged and his instructions indistinguishable. “Fuck, Leni, fuck! You’re so good, I can’t believe that you’re doing this for the first time,” he said in excitement. He complimented me saying that I sucked him better than his ex-girlfriend, which made me proud and eager to show him that I could do even better. My hand found his balls and I gently cupped them while I resumed my task, alternating between sucking and licking and trying to take in as much of his length as possible. I won’t lie; I loved it, even when I felt how tears were welling up my eyes because he was hitting the back of my throat. His groans became louder and louder and he asked me if he could cum in my mouth. I said no because I simply wasn't ready yet. With a mischievous grin he said that he won't push his luck any further and shoved his cock deeper down my throat. My jaw began to hurt and I couldn’t take him all in but I really enjoyed myself and even grabbed his arse to increase the rhythm of his thrusts.

Suddenly Benedict said “Stop, stop, stop!” and pushed my head back. “I’m cumming!” With my eyes wide open he shot his cum right onto my face and mouth. I blinked in shock. What the Hell?! My first instinct was to feel offended but my curiosity took the better of me. Slowly, I licked his cum off my lips and swallowed, finding it not unpleasant as it tasted faintly of pineapple. Only later did I learn that he had been very considerate – and very dirty indeed. Didn’t he say that premarital sex was off the table? Because I didn’t recall that we had pineapple for dinner.

Benedict wiped my face clean and kissed me. “You naughty girl,” he said, still out of breath, “You’re a natural cock sucker, aren’t you?” I felt embarrassed, not being sure if this was a worthwhile virtue. “I guess so,” I murmured, which made him smile. “My turn,” he said and pushed my knees apart as he went down on me. I’ve never had another hand than mine on my pussy before and when he touched me through my soaked knickers I arched my back and gasped. “What do we have here?” he asked playfully, and kissed my pussy through the fabric before pushing it aside to glide his fingers around my wet, puffy lips. “Oh, Ben,” I whimpered. His touch on my bare skin felt a thousand times better than I’d ever imagined. Slowly, I moved my hips in hope that his finger would find its way to my clit. I was fantasising about that moment for weeks and now it was about to happen!

Benedict continued teasing me with circling his fingers around my entrance, not showing any intention to touch my swollen clit. I was dying from anticipation. “Please,” I begged in desperation. How could he do this to me, for God’s sake?! I’ve just given him the best blowjob he ever had and now he didn’t even care to rub my clit? I was growing really frustrated and moved my hips vigorously so that his darn finger would finally find its way up. Instead, his pushed his finger into me. I yelped. His finger was so much bigger than mine. “Oh, God!” I moaned as he started to pump in an out of me, adding another finger after a while. “You like that?” Benedict asked in a mocking tone, to which I merely managed to nod. It felt fucking incredible! A couple of minutes later he pulled my knickers down, throwing them carelessly into a corner. He left a trail of kisses along my legs as he was making his way up and kissed my inner thighs dangerously near my pussy, but never touching it. My heart fluttered fiercely as I felt his warm breath on me. In my mind I begged him a thousand times to finally eat me out. His lips were coming nearer and nearer and then finally, I felt how he drew his warm and silky tongue from my entrance up to my clit in one slow, relieving stroke. A long moan filled up the room and an electrifying sensation ran through my whole body and down to my toes. This was easily the most marvellous thing I’ve ever felt.

Benedict ate me out like a pro; something I’d realised only later in life. His tongue glided around my pussy lips before he took them between his lips to suck on them. I’ve arched my back and held tight onto his hands and he rubbed my swollen clit with the flat of his tongue. I moaned and moaned, moved my hips in his rhythm and felt the familiar sensation of an orgasm building up. Suddenly, his tongue dipped into my pussy and eradicated all of my remaining self-restraint. I let out a lustful cry, which he unsuccessfully tried to stifle with his hand while his tongue found its way back to my clit. It pushed me over the edge. My body was exploding and melting as I’d experienced the sweetest and most intense petit mort. He kept on lapping up my juices, licking and sucking my sensitive bud and made me reach heaven once more. Finally satisfied with his work, he wiped my juices off his face. I kissed him deeply, tasting myself on him. Heaven, he tasted great and I sucked my remaining juices off his tongue.

“Your heart is beating so fast,” Benedict said and laughed as he put his head on my chest. I chuckled and ran my hands through his hair before falling asleep.

Being religious and all, Benedict started to feel very guilty for what we’ve been doing. I tried to be sympathetic but I honestly thought he was a hypocrite. After all, he wanted us to be naughty just as much as I did. After a couple of more dirty night-time adventures, which consisted of everything but coitus, he gave me an ultimatum that I could only sleep over if I don’t ‘seduce’ him or else he would break up with me. And just like one could expect from horny teenagers we ended up committing all those naughty things he called sins. Consequentially, he broke up with me the next day. I was very dramatic about it and wrote him a couple of love letters, pledging eternal love without ever realising that I mistook sexual attraction for love. We've never hooked up again but stayed on cordial terms with one another – even after I had a taste of his brother’s cock.

Let me know how you find it and if you want to read more about my amorous adventures.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/41jdmk/how_my_religious_first_boyfriend_introduced_me_to