Born-Again Steady Girl

Bethany was raised to be a staunch born-again believer, yes sir. Even her damn name meant house of God. Good lord, the girl didn’t stand a chance at a normal life. Her daddy was half-crazy always talking about his faith and how folks was going to hell. I remember thinking if there was folks like him in heaven, I’d take a pass on it.
 
Now my raisin’? I was raised to be whatever I end up being, free-range you might say. Daddy ran off with another lady, and mamma drank pretty heavy and had one man after another over to the house. Some of the stuff I saw kinda bent my brain, I guess. Something about watching men fuck your mamma sorta messes with your thinking.  
 
I was drinking pretty steady by high school, too, and was already having some luck with a few of the girls. Poor Bethany must have been worried about my soul, so she asked me to come to her church. I doubt her daddy knew she was witnessing to the downtrodden in town, but I went to her church. Free-range or not, I knew enough to do what pretty girls ask you to do.  
 
After a couple of weeks, I asked Bethany if we could meet up there after hours. She said yes, so we met and found an open door. We went to the balcony where the kids sat during services. It was dark except for street light coming through the stained-glass Jesus on the back wall. It showered Bethany’s face with purples and reds, pretty sexy I thought. I looked up at the window and thought, ‘Thank you, Jesus.’ Doubt that he appreciated my thinking right then.  
 
Anyway, the next thing I knew, I was kissing Bethany on the lips. She drew back and said, “What are you doing?”  
 
“I’m doing what good boys do,” I said, laughing a little.  
 
She smiled, “Well, it was nice, but we can’t be kissing right here in church.”  
 
“Why not,” I said. “God made boys and girls to do things boys and girls do.”  
 
I wasn’t sure what she thought of my argument. I thought it was pretty convincing.  
 
The light from that stained glass window caught Bethany’s eyes  
We kissed and slid down to the floor  
I explored her curves with my fingers  
Pressing her small breasts and sliding fingers between her legs  
Bethany was limp on the floor like a corps  
But she didn’t resist me, her eyes were closed and still  
I pulled her pants down and saw her tender blonde public hairs  
Then pressed my nose against her and licked  
 
Bethany raised her pelvis, and my hands went underneath her round ass...This was encouraging  
There in the stained-glass light of Jesus, I held an offering plate  
Filled with pure gold, wet blonde hairs, and that metallic sacramental incense
She was wet. I was dizzy with lust.  
 
Bathed in purples and reds as light poured through the large, darkened window where Jesus looked down  
Two of his children following their design  
 
As I pressed myself into Bethany, she opened her eyes  
Her brow was furrowed and narrow, looking stern, so I moved slowly for two strokes  
She pressed me away with her hands and said, “Please no.”  
I kissed her and said, “Please yes. I’ll be gentle.”  
She sighed and spread her legs  
I entered in again, and she whimpered, watching me with stained glass glistening eyes  
 
I found a rhythm, and she raised her legs and rocked gently on the carpet  
As I pushed again and again, I thought of this born-again girl’s life  
So different from mine, paved and planned every step until tonight  
What would her parents think if they knew a ne’er-do-well boy  
Was inside their precious seventeen-year-old girl right then?  
 
Her soft moans seemed happy now as she rocked with my rhythm  
I felt myself getting ready to come and raised my head to look at the window
I thought I saw a smile on Jesus’ face now looking down on us
Dropping my head, I saw my shiny cock coming and going like silver thrown to the offering plate,
Doing its dirty deed in deflowering Bethany on the balcony floor  
 
Just then I looked at Bethany’s eyes, so innocent and filled with light  
“I’m coming now, but not inside you.”  
She stared into my eyes seeming so earnest and filled with desire now  
As I pulled out, she pushed up so the folds of her pussy enveloped my shaft  
My cum shot across her short torso, some landing on her glowing breasts  
 
She smiled as she started thrusting herself back and forth on my shaft  
It felt so warm and wet, I just held there and let her rub  
Finally softening, I kissed her and said, “Thank you.”  
 
I rolled away to see her there in beauty, sprinkled with my white juices  
Legs slightly spread and arms limp beside her, she seemed peaceful  
“I liked that,” she said to my relief, so I kissed her, knowing this was only our first time. She was now my born-again steady girl!