Daisy and Me
Copyright© 2025 by TheDarkKnight
Chapter 2: We Learn a Few Things
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 2: We Learn a Few Things - Growing up in a small town in southeastern Georgia in the 1960’s wasn’t quite as idyllic as Mayberry, but my time there was made a lot better by having Daisy Taylor in my life. She was a pugnacious, kind of bratty tomboy who became my first love. Together, we explored the blooming sexuality of our teen years.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Consensual Reluctant Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Anal Sex First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism Clergy
A few weeks after the church picnic, school ended, and our favorite time of year began. That summer, Daisy and I spent a lot of time exploring the woods surrounding our small town. We had to, because no one was maintaining our ‘special place’. It was too overgrown, and what finally drove us away was the day we spotted a snake on the now slanting top of the picnic table where Daisy had given me the pantie test. It was during our search for a new place to hang out that we stumbled on something unexpected and surprising.
That day, we got on our bikes and headed west of Jackson Creek, to part of the woods we weren’t as familiar with. We left our bikes at the entrance to a trail we had partially explored before, but had given up because it was too hard to get through. This time, we found a path that wound around and eventually passed not too far behind our church. We were both a little surprised that we hadn’t known about it before. We kept going and found ourselves behind a small, rundown trailer park that I had only seen from the front entrance before. I was getting tired and wanted to cut through the rusty trailers and get back to the road that would take us to where we had left our bikes, but Daisy wanted to keep going.
A few minutes later, as I was growing even more tired and hungry, we found another path that seemed to be promising. I was a few steps behind Daisy as she led our way into a denser patch of woods. Suddenly, she stopped and put a hand up, cautioning me to be quiet. That’s when I heard what had caused her to stop so fast: a woman laughing, then a man’s voice that sounded familiar. Daisy moved toward the mysterious couple like a ninja, one careful step at a time. I followed her, not sure if we shouldn’t just leave whoever it was alone.
As we got closer, Daisy slowed even more, being careful not to step on any branches or leaves that might give our presence away. I was right behind her, carefully following her footsteps. She stopped behind a big tree and peered around it, then waved at me to join her. I moved behind her and looked over her shoulder. What I saw was something I’ll never forget.
Jeremy Martin, the lecherous youth pastor at our church, and Gloria Stennis, a girl from our school and one of the most active members of the youth group that the pastor ran, were having a picnic in a small clearing. There was a blanket spread out on the ground with a basket beside it. By the time we discovered them, what was being eaten was not anything usually served at a picnic in our small town. Gloria was propped up against a tree trunk with her skirt pulled up to her waist. Her panties were lying on the blanket next to her. Pastor Martin was lying on his stomach, his head buried between her pasty-white, splayed thighs. I have to confess that it took me a few seconds to realize what I was seeing.
“Oh, Jeremy,” I heard Gloria say, giggling, “that tickles. Are you sure you’re doing it right?”
He raised himself long enough to say, “Trust me, Gloria, you’re gonna like this.” We were close enough to hear the sloppy sounds coming from where the not-so-good reverend had his face buried in Gloria’s crotch.
I was sure we were going to be detected, but I didn’t know how to get away without making noise. Daisy must have felt the same way, because she slowly lowered herself down to a better hiding place behind some bushes. I crouched down beside her, and we had front-row seats for the rest of the show, as Jeremy continued to lick and suck on Gloria’s personal parts. I couldn’t see everything because Gloria’s leg was in the way, but I knew what we were witnessing was a sex act that I didn’t know much about other than as the object of dirty jokes.
From the way the giggly blonde teenager was moving and groaning, Jeremy hadn’t been lying when he said she would like it. Her somewhat beefy thighs clamped around his head as her moans turned to growls. That went on for a few seconds, then he sat back, a pleased smile on his face, and said, “See? Told you it was good. Now, my turn.”
I felt something small crawling over my leg, but there was no way I was going to try to knock it off. It was too risky, and I desperately wanted to see what was going to happen next. The randy reverend stood up and unzipped his jeans, fished around in his underwear, and managed to pull out his erect penis. It was surprisingly small for a full-grown man. I felt a moment of pride at how much bigger my cock was. Gloria knelt on the blanket, wrapped her hand around his shaft, and started stroking it. It looked like she knew what she was doing, but wasn’t enjoying it very much, and then it got worse.
“That’s not what I want, sweetheart,” Jeremy told her. “Use your mouth, like I taught you.”
I didn’t know what was more surprising, hearing him ask for a blowjob or calling her sweetheart. Gloria leaned forward and put her lips around the purplish head of his holy sceptre. She started moving her head slowly, like she was hoping that her seducer might tell her to stop, but instead he put his hands on the back of the poor girl’s head and pushed her face nearer to his body, close enough that his pubic hair must have been tickling her nose.
She pulled herself away suddenly and asked, “Do I have to do this?”
Jeremy took her chin in his hand and turned her face up so they were making eye contact. “I was willing to use my mouth on you, so this is only fair, my dear. And, this way, you don’t have to worry about getting pregnant.”
That seemed to convince the reluctant young girl. Gloria went back to work, moving her head faster now. The pastor’s dick wasn’t big enough to stop her from taking all of his manhood each time, and it didn’t take her long to make Jeremy very happy. As his climax neared, he pushed her head tight against his body again and held it there while he emptied his load into the naive parishioner’s mouth. Gloria spit out the semen in her mouth, then turned to Jeremy and said, “So, next time, take my virginity, please. You’ve been promising me that. I’m not worried about getting pregnant. God will be watching over us.”
I started to stand up and say, “Not just him,” but thought better of it.
After that, Pastor Martin and his sweetheart gathered up their stuff and began walking toward the same path that we had been on. They were coming right toward us, but the illicit lovers were so wrapped up in each other that they didn’t see Daisy and me hiding in the bushes. We waited a few minutes, then headed back through the woods to where we had left our bikes. We didn’t say anything until we were almost home, when Daisy described what we had seen in one short, succinct word. “Damn,” was all she said, and I didn’t have anything to add.
Daisy’s parents had invested in two window air conditioners for their house, one in each bedroom, a real luxury at that time in our town. That made her bedroom our new special place, especially on hot summer afternoons. I had a part-time job at the local library in the mornings. Daisy would usually meet me for lunch in a small park next to the library, then we would hang out in her room, talking or reading. We read a lot, because in those pre-Internet, pre-cable-TV days, there weren’t many options. It was too hot to do anything outside.
We hadn’t talked about what we had seen in the woods until one day when it came bubbling out of my girl. I think it might have been something in the book Daisy was reading at the time that triggered it. “J.C., should we tell somebody?” she blurted out.
“Tell somebody ... what?”
“You know, what we saw Pastor Martin doing with Gloria,” she said.
“Think about it, Magnolia, what would we say? We saw them messin’ around, but stayed hidden and watched the whole thing? Doesn’t make us look like good folks now, does it? And when word gets out, and you know it will, we’ll be answering all kinds of questions about what we saw. Our lives would be a nightmare.”
“Don’t call me Magnolia,” she complained. “But, you might be right, it could be embarrassing.” She was quiet for a few moments, then came up with an unexpected question. “Why was Gloria wearing a skirt? Seems like most girls would be wearing shorts or jeans if they were going for a hike in the woods.”
“Maybe it was a last-minute thing and she didn’t have time to change,” I offered. “But, who cares? What difference does it make?”
“I just think it shows that she knew what they were going to be doing, and wanted to make it easy for Pastor Martin to get to her ... you know,” Daisy said.
“Her privates?”
Daisy was quiet for a few minutes after that, and I went back to reading the Ray Bradbury book I had checked out. I didn’t get very far before my little dumpling asked another very important question. “J.C., should we try what they were doing?”
“Uhh ... you mean...?”
“Wake up, dummy, I’m talking about oral sex,” she said. “Gloria really seemed to be enjoying it, so I wonder what it feels like?”
“Daisy, I don’t know how to do that kind of stuff, and I didn’t have a real good view of what was going on between her legs.”
Daisy grinned at me and said, “We’re both intelligent. I think we can figure it out. Caroline told me a little bit about it last summer.”
Caroline was Daisy’s cousin, two years older than Daisy by the calendar, but several years older in terms of maturity and sexual knowledge. Much of what Daisy knew about sex she had learned from Caroline. Daisy only got to see her cousin a week or so each summer, but she always came back from those visits with a head full of new dirty jokes and sexual ideas. Now it seemed like my favorite girl had learned a few things about oral sex last summer that she had never shared with me until now.
Daisy didn’t wait for me to answer before she said, “I’m gonna go clean myself up, down there, then we can try it.” She hopped up and headed down the hall to the bathroom.
I was torn; on one hand, the idea of actually getting to see and touch Daisy’s pussy was exciting, but having to put my mouth there - not so much. Daisy had granted me the privilege of using my fingers to stimulate that mysterious area between her legs a few times, but always with at least her panties on. Letting me see any of her private parts was a bridge I hadn’t been able to cross, until now.
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