Breaking in the Baptist Girl Pt. 01

Four days after our wedding, and I still hadn't taken her virginity. We were married on Saturday, and had both agreed that after the wedding, reception, and late partying we should just sleep. Sunday was church, which she insisted on going to, being a devout Baptist.

I had this nagging feeling that any discussion about sex or sexuality that I had started before we got married, had just been superficial. I suspected that her parents had not given her a proper sexual education (she was homeschooled), and she had not known to look it up. I was homeschooled too, but I still was a typical teen. Porn and online sites had given me the "knowledge" that my parents felt squeamish about sharing.

Sunday night, and she adamantly refused to do anything even minutely sexual. She felt it was irreverent to do it on a Sunday. Me, I was feeling frustrated with her prudishness. Our honeymoon started on Monday. A short flight to Florida, and the Keys were beautiful. I thought the beach and the water might make her open up a little, but no such luck. Her strict Baptist dress code mandated the leg was to be covered to the knee, at least. No sleeveless tops, no fancy underwear, and she wouldn't even wear a t-shirt.

On Tuesday, I suggested she watch a porno with me, and she looked shocked. I explained that it might help her understand what sex involves. She replied "I'm still getting used to sleeping in the same bed with you, and you want to do that!!" I asked her if she was ever going to try sex, and she promptly left the room.

Wednesday morning came, and I woke up late-around 11:00 AM. I heard a noise coming from the bathroom. Swinging my legs off the bed, I walked over. My wife was crying. She's about 5'5", a 32C, with dirty blonde shoulder-length hair. I love her hair, especially straight. Now she had hair in her eyes, mixed with tears, and leftover makeup, and it was hot! I'm about 5'8", with broader shoulders than the rest of my family, which makes me look bigger. I've got about 6 inches in the pants, which isn't anything huge, but I know it's going to satisfy Hannah. I'm Don, by the way.

Hannah looked up at me with those soft blue eyes, now red from crying. "What's the matter, Hannah?" I asked, as gently as I could.

"N-n-nothing."

"Come here, Hannah, it's all going to be fine." She shuffled over, wrapped her arms around me and began sobbing again.

I was getting aroused by all this activity, but I suppressed the thought, trying not to force the issue. She looked up at me. "I'm scared, Don. I don't know what to do with that", she flicked her eyes down at my crotch. "I don't know anything about sex, I'm so sorry" she continued to sob. I just held her tight.

When she opened her mouth to say something more, I kissed her deeply. She was a little shocked at how I was using my tongue in her mouth, but she got past her inhibitions and tried a little french kissing.

I asked her "Why don't we go to the bed, and I'll show you some things?" She walked over to the bed and knelt beside it. "What are you kneeling for?" I asked.

She replied, "My friend Toby from youth group said that when you have sex, the girl kneels and opens her mouth for the man's privates."

I looked at her and smiled at the innocence. "No" I said, "A man's job is to please his girl."

I lifted her onto the bed and asked "Did you like that kissing just now?" I situated her on her back and climbed on top. "I'm going to keep kissing you until you're ready to go on" I told Hannah. I kissed her deeply again, then several times in succession; finally probing her mouth with my tongue, as I felt a little response from her. I did it again and again, finally getting her involved. I climbed off and went over to the closet. Grabbing a new silk robe (thicker than I would have preferred to respect her wishes), I handed it to her and said "I love you Hannah-please put this on, just for me." She sighed and walked off to the bathroom, robe in hand.

I grabbed a Dr Pepper and stepped onto the porch connected to the bedroom. I thought "I'm not all that sexually experienced after all!" I had my share of handjobs, and 3 or 4 blowjobs in college, and once I felt a girl up. Other than that, however, I hadn't actually done it. Now I was a little scared, but I reminded myself "She has no clue of good sex from bad, so she won't care." Hannah cleared her throat, and I set the can down and walked back in.

She looked beautiful in the morning sun. The outline of her body was visible through the robe, and I could see she was still in her bra and panties. I walked over to her where she was sitting on the bed, and bent over and kissed her.

As we continued to kiss, I surreptitiously untied her robe. When she felt my hands on her bare stomach, she gave an involuntary jump. I moved down to kissing her neck, then down her body while she squirmed, finally ending just above her panties. I glanced up at her and said "I love you so much, Hannah", then kissed her pussy through the panties. She continued to squirm as I gently worked my way down each leg and back, kissing all over each thigh, but never touching her pussy. I slowly slid her panties down to the knee, and saw wetness forming. "You really like this, don't you?" I asked. She replied with a low moan.

I kissed her bare pussy, and she sat up with a start.

"That's wrong!" she exclaimed.

I looked up at her, lapped at her pussy a few more times, and replied "Then why does it feel so right?" I resumed licking, and she tentatively put her hands on my head. I reached up and held them there, beginning to penetrate her with my tongue. I explored her pussy, until I found a spot that got her really worked up.

She moaned softly, then louder, and said "I feel something inside me!" I tongued her to the brink of an orgasm, but stopped short. She gave a frustrated "Arghh!" tried to yank my head back in position.

I said "Ah ah ah, I'm going to teach you something."

I gently inserted my index finger into her soaking pussy, pushing it in almost all the way. She tilted her head back and groaned. As I slowly pushed in and out, up to her cherry, I grabbed her right hand with my left, and pulled it down to her pussy. I sucked on her index and middle finger, then softly pushed them in. Moving her hand in and out, she began to do the motions herself.

I explained "God created you to please yourself and others. Same for me. This is called masturbation."

Hannah replied "My parents said never to touch myself, that it was evil."

"They're not here, are they? This is perfectly normal, especially here with me."

She found her clitoris on her own and shuddered violently. I said "That's your clit, a very sensitive part of you." I knelt down and gently sucked on it while she continued the fingering.

"Ooohhhhhhhhhhhh. I feel something! It's coming, it's coming!"

I said "You're about to experience your sexual release, known as an orgasm. Let it happen." I gave a last long squeeze on her clit with my lips and she came, mouthing my name. Her lips moved, but no sound came out. It was beautiful, watching her shiver and shake as the sensations washed over her.

She slowed the furious fingering and I rose and kissed her full on the lips. She looked up at me. "I taste like that?"

I replied "You taste wonderful, try it!" I inserted a finger in her pussy, then offered it to her. She tentatively sucked it, and smiled.

"Do you have orgasms too?" she asked.

I smiled wryly. "You have no idea."

I kissed her a few more times, and my hand sneaked around her to undo her bra clasps. I slowly slid the straps off her arms and gently lifted the cups away from her body. "They're beautiful" I murmured.

She looked at me with wide eyes. "Do you really think so?"

"Of course," I replied, "they're just perfect."

She smiled, looking pleased. I reached out to touch them, and she inhaled sharply. I softly laid my hands on them, smiling at her. "Do you remember that inner fire you just felt?" I asked. "Your breasts are another way to light that fire." She looked puzzled. I said "Let me show you."

I lay her on her back again, and began running my hands over her breasts. Gently squeezing them first, then kneading and massaging them. After a while, I worked in smaller and smaller concentric circles until I got to her areolas. At this point I softly grasped each nipple and pulled lightly. She groaned with pleasure. Her nipples were almost fully hard; little nubs of joy.

I moved to kiss her, working down through her neck and finally getting to her breasts. I began sucking and licking, kissing her breasts. I focused on the nipples, even slipping in a gentle bite. By now she was very aroused. I moved back up and kissed her on the lips. She said "Can I see your thing?"

I helped her get up and I removed my t-shirt. I embraced her naked body, and guided her hand down to my pants. I rubbed her hand up and down my dick, straining through the pants. She shuddered and yanked back her hand. "It's alright!" I said, "It likes you."

I dropped my pants and moved her hands into my boxers. "It's warm and hard" she said. I slowly lowered my boxers and guided her hand to my dick. She looked down.

I saw the look in her eyes, so I said, "Just feel it first." I placed my hand over hers, and started stroking it with long, slow strokes. I sped up her tempo, and explained "When I'm sexually aroused, my dick gets hard and long, or 'erect'. My orgasm launches sperm. It looks kind of like icing."

She looked intently at my dick and began stroking faster and faster. Meanwhile, I played with her breasts some more, and even slipped a hand down to her pussy. I felt the familiar sensation of cum rising from my balls. I warned her "I'm about to cum!" She looked and leaned in for a kiss. That was all it took. I shot my load into her hand. I grabbed a towel off the dresser and she wiped her hand off. Reaching down, she wiped another droplet off my dick and licked it. She thought for a moment.

"It's not bad, but it's not great either."

I smiled at her and said "Are you ready to go all the way?"

She lay back on the bed and said "I'm ready."