Nancy was a good girl and she went to CHURCH with her parents every Sunday. She wore plain dresses and no makeup. That was the devils work to dress like a harlot.

A new boy had moved into her town. He knew more BIBLE verses than anyone else and the preacher let him recite the BIBLE in CHURCH...

Nancy was mesmerised with the good looking boy. He was so wholesome and good. Exactly the type of boy that would make a good husband some day. Nancy's parents liked the new boy and invited him to dinner. Nancy was ecstatic! She had never had a boyfriend and now maybe it was time. Maybe it would be him.

Charly Snow came to Nancy's house for dinner. Nancy opened the door and invited him inside, Nancy introduced herself and her parents. He politely shook hands and said how glad he was that he could have a good meal with religious folk. My father and mother beamed with pride and we all sat down to our meal. My father ask Charly if he would say "grace." Charly complied.

"God is good." He said.

"Jesus is still alive in our hearts."

"Women must share their life with a man and tent to his needs."

"AMEN."

"That was a thoughtful prayer Charly." Said my father.

"I liked that part where women must tend to their men."

My heart jumped when I imagined myself tending to Charly's needs. I wondered if that also meant making a baby. The devil must be in me. What an impure thought.

We ate dinner and the small talk faded. It was time for Charly to go home. My mother said.

"Would you like to walk Charly home Nancy?"

"Yes." I said in a week voice.

It was settled then I would walk Charly home and come right back. We lived in a small religious town where every one knew everyone and there was not even the slightest of danger from evil doers.

Charly and I walked to his house and he held my hand. I was was in heaven and I squeezed his hand. When we were in his long gravel driveway Charly kissed me. My heart pounded as I had never kissed a boy before. When he stopped kissing me his hand brushed against my breast. I felt a wetness in my panties that I had never felt before. Had I peed myself in my excitement?

I stammered. "I have to go home now."

I almost ran home and I remember that hand brushing my breast. I had to be an accident. Charly is a good Christian. I always told my father and mother everything I did but I would not tell them about this. My parents would not approve of kissing let alone an arm touching my breasts. What would they say if they knew that I almost wet my panties with his kiss.

I remembered Charly's prayer. WOMEN MUST SHARE THEIR LIFE WITH A MAN AND TEND TO HIS NEEDS.

That is what GOD wants I assured myself.

My parents were waiting for me when I entered the house. "Do you like Charly?" My mother ask.

"Oh yes mother." I said.

My father boomed in. "Perhaps it is time you started dating Nancy."

"You could not find a nicer Christian boy than Charly." He said.

"Oh daddy he haven't even ask me."I stammered.

"He will." Said my father with confidence, "I saw him watching you."

My ego went to the heavens and I went to bed dreaming about Charly. I felt a tingle in my private parts and a strange new wetness. What was happening to me?

It was Sunday afternoon and Church was a blur. I could not believe it but it was true. Charly had asked my father if he could take me to his farm and meet his mother. I put on my a new white dress that my mother had bought me and she arraigned my hair and said.

"You look lovely honey."

"Do I." I said very proud of myself.

I could not belive that I was actually going on my first date ever.

Charly came to the door. He had borrowed his mothers car. He opened the car door for me and we drove to his mothers house. She was waiting for us. She was a pretty woman who was very skinny and she looked younger than he age.

"My boy has told me about you Nancy." She said.

"Why don't you take your girlfriend to the barn and show her the horses?" She said with a smile.

I heard the word girlfriend and my heart raced.

"Oh yes. I like horses." I gushed.

Charly and I went to the barn. He led out a beautiful black stallion.

"His name is Satan." He said.

I replied. "What an ungodly name." said with a giggle.

Charly reached under the magnificent horse and stroked his huge member. It grew in size before my surprised eyes. It was fascinating and I could not avert my gaze. I was in a trance and was getting wet again. This was getting to be a habit.

"Feel it." Said Charley.

I did not care any more what I did. I just wanted to please Charly and be his girl friend. I felt the animals sex member and it was warm and very exciting for me.

Charly kissed me hard. He put his hand in my blouse and felt my breasts. I did not have the willpower to protest. At that point he could do anything to me that he wanted.

"He unzipped his pants and pulled out his "boner" and my heart fluttered. My panties were wetter than ever. Was I becoming a whore? He told me to feel it and I put my hand around his peter. It felt wonderful. He then undressed me and sucked my breasts. I almost fainted. He slipped his finger into my cunny and moved it back and forth. I shuddered and gushed juice and I was in heaven. I knew that I had had my first orgasm. Other older girls had told me about a girls orgasm but I thought they were fibbing.

He got a horse blanket and laid it on some bales of hay. He pushed me down and spread my legs apart making my girlhood ready to be penetrated. I shook with anticipation and he stripped naked in the barns soft light. He put his peter in me and it hurt when he broke my hymen. I floated past the pain and into sweet exotic heaven.

It was over only too quickly when he shot a huge load of sperm into my willing hole. He pulled me to my feet and we kissed. Charly begged me not to tell anyone and I remembered the words.

WOMEN MUST SHARE THEIR LIFE WITH A MAN AND TEND TO HIS NEEDS.

I was tending to Gharly's needs and I liked it. We then dressed and went back to the house.

Mrs Snow ask me if I liked the horses. I told her that Satan was magnificent. She beamed with pride and said.

"Yes he is isn't he."

We ate dinner and then Mrs Snow asked me why I did not wear lipstick. I told her my parents did not approve of that kind of thing.

"Nonsense." She said.

She led me to the bathroom and applied red lipstick to my puckered lips.

"There." She said.

"Isn't that pretty?"

I looked into the mirror and saw a woman looking back at me instead of a little girl. I was delighted. Sadly I wiped off the lipstick fearful that my father might find out.

Mrs Snow put the tube of lipstick in my purse and said.

"I won't tell anyone if you don't." She said.

Charly drove me back home and when I went inside my parents were waiting.

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