My Girlfriend's Substitute

Joel and Mindy are religious teens. Chastity is important to her, but she realizes Joel has desires. Accordingly, she recruits a slutty neighbor to satisfy him!

Part One

My name is Joel Whitman. My family is very religious, so that automatically made me a regular churchgoer from the get-go. Our place of worship was very fundamentalist in its core beliefs. It was an active place! I can’t remember a time in my life when I didn’t attend a church service there every Sunday morning. As a child, I got involved in all sorts of the church’s extra activities along with other kids from religious families. They took place throughout the week. I liked to keep busy so I even signed up for events I didn’t particularly have much interest in, such as long hikes during the springtime. My favorite activities were generally the team sports competitions against other church groups located within a 30-mile radius. Overall, attending church was a very positive and uplifting experience for me.

When I was 15 in 1982, I volunteered to help supervise church activities on Wednesday nights for younger children. I didn’t mind doing it, and I figured it would enhance my resume. I was not the only such volunteer. There was a cute, 13-year-old girl named Mindy Garrett whom I became fond of very quickly. She was absolutely delightful with her curly brown hair; captivating eyes featuring long lashes; and her wide, wonderful smile. Mindy also was fairly well built for a middle-school pupil, which I liked, too. I had always been captivated by busty girls. To me, they oozed femininity. (I know this might surprise some readers, but religious people have normal sexual desires, just like everyone else.) I know some of the 10- and 11-year-old boys in Mindy’s charge were quite smitten with her. You could tell by the expressions on their faces. They could hardly be faulted for having good eyesight.

Much to my delight, Mindy liked me, too, and we were drawn to each other. Neither of us had any siblings. Although both sets of our likeminded parents frowned on us officially dating at such a young age, Mindy and I sort of morphed into an unofficial couple. At any church activity geared for its teenage members, we’d always be there together. Occasionally, I’d splurge and take her to a movie or for ice cream. This sort of benign courtship went on for more than two years.

By the time I was 17 and Mindy was 15, I was becoming anxious to have sexual relations with her, at least occasionally. Whenever we were alone, we would cuddle and let our hands roam freely. I was pleasantly surprised when Mindy did not object at all when I got the nerve to fondle her lovely breasts—as long as she remained dressed while I had my fun. She added to my enjoyment by running her fingers across my inevitable erection. (I remained clothed, too.) Sometimes, she vigorously rubbed it. On two occasions I couldn’t control myself, and I had an unfortunate accident in my pants. I was hugely embarrassed by losing my load so easily, but Mindy thought it was quite amusing. She openly giggled at what she had wrought.

The second time such a mishap occurred, and Mindy once again laughed heartily at my personal misfortune, I commented, “You know, my dear, this wouldn’t happen if you allowed me to do what comes naturally. Males and females were designed by God to have sex—and you may have noticed we’re at that age where we’re wired for it.”

“Of course, I know that,” Mindy replied sternly. “But you know I strongly believe in chastity before marriage. That’s been driven into my head since I was a little girl—even before I knew the meaning of that word. I’m surprised you don’t have the same opinion, Joel, considering we’ve been listening to the same sermons on that topic for all these years.”

I replied, “Mindy, those sermons and Sunday School lessons are one thing; reality is something else entirely. You make me incredibly horny, my love. I have a tremendous urge to fuck you. I’m just being completely honest with you.” I think that was the first time I’d used the dreaded f-word in Mindy’s presence. It just slipped out of my mouth.

“I get it,” she said in a very understanding way. “Maybe I can come up with a compromise solution.”

That comment totally puzzled me, so I asked her, “Mindy, how can we possibly come to any sort of compromise on this topic? We either have sex or we don’t.”

“You might be pleasantly surprised,” she informed me. “I just have to talk to someone else about this idea that just popped into my head. I’ll say no more about it for now, just in case I can’t arrange it.”

I had no idea what Mindy was talking about, so I dropped the subject.

Part Two

The next time we met at church, it was on a Sunday morning for a regular service. Mindy approached me the first chance we had to be alone. She gave me a very passionate kiss, which was a little bit unusual for her, as I was usually the aggressive one. It was a short meeting. Mindy said to me, “I have good news for you, Joel. I think I’ve come up with the compromise you thought was impossible. Just be at my house at 7 o’clock tonight, okay? My parents won’t be there. They’ll be attending an anniversary party out of town. We won’t be disturbed. I’ll see you then.”

I had a zillion questions running through my mind, but I had the good sense to shut up and follow my girlfriend’s orders. Mindy lived about eight blocks from me. I arrived on foot at her home at exactly 6:55 p.m. Mindy saw me approaching her door and opened it before I had a chance to ring the bell. We embraced shortly thereafter. Only after we separated, did I notice another person sitting in the living room. It was a teenage girl whom I had never seen before. I knew instantly she did not belong to our church’s congregation as she dressed far too provocatively.

“Joel,” Mindy said, “this is Marjorie Kastelic. She lives across the street. She’s a year younger than I am—she just turned 14—but we’ve been playmates ever since I was seven.”

Marjorie remained seated on a chair. She was clad in something akin to a peach-colored tank top. It was extremely small. The tiny garment revealed far more of her cleavage and midsection than I would have allowed if she had been my daughter. (Like Mindy, she too was built better than a typical girl her age—but Mindy was considerably more modest about her natural gifts.) Marjorie’s hair was fairly long and blondish; I suspected it had been dyed. She had promiscuity written all over her. She was what the pastor at our church would have definitely referred to as one of “Satan’s temptations.” Of course, I stared at her for longer than I should have. The way she was scantily dressed invited that type of reaction from males.

Mindy then formally introduced me to Marjorie, who quickly commented, “He’s even better looking up close than he is from a distance,” she said to Mindy. “To me, it’s amazing that you don’t plan to fuck this handsome guy, Mindy! If Joel were my boyfriend, I’d put out for him every day of the week!”

That caught my attention! I’d never heard a line like that come from any female in my life! (I’d turned 18 just two days before.)

I was dumbfounded for a moment. Mindy expected precisely that from me, so she said, “Joel, Marjorie is truly a free-spirited girl. She says what she thinks and doesn’t care what people think of her or what she says. She’s not the slightest bit religious. She thinks we religious people are a bunch of kooks. Nevertheless, she and I have been friends since I was in the second grade when her family moved into the neighborhood."

“Glad to meet you, Marjorie,” I said insincerely. “You certainly are different from most 14-year-old girls I encounter.”

“They’re likely dull drips,” she opined. “I like to have fun. Mindy didn’t tell you that I like to have sex—lots of it. I think I’ve had sex with 40 different boys from my middle school. That’s no exaggeration. Screwing boys is very enjoyable for me.” It was as if Marjorie was listing her qualifications. I supposed she was doing just that, based on what I was about to learn from Mindy.

“Here’s the plan I came up with, Joel,” Mindy informed me. “Let’s embrace and caress each other as we’ve been doing lately. However, as soon as you are sufficiently aroused, I’ll step aside. Marjorie will then take my place and you can screw her so you can have a sexual release in the proper way. I think your balls will appreciate that!” Mindy chuckled at her little joke and then continued. “When I mentioned this idea the other day to Marjorie, she was all in favor of it. Isn’t that right, Marjorie?”

“Yeah, I’ve never fucked anyone who is 18 years old, so I’m eager to give it a try with Joel!” she noted. This girl was something else!

“What will you be doing while I’m screwing Marjorie?” I asked my beloved Mindy.

“I suppose I’ll just sit comfortably on a cozy chair and watch you two have sex,” Mindy declared. “It could be educational for me. Maybe I’ll learn a few things for future use. Would that be alright with you two?”
Unsurprisingly, Marjorie quickly said she had no objections whatsoever, but I said, “Wait a minute! I haven’t agreed to this plan yet.” Then I smiled and affirmed, “Of course, I agree. I have to say this is quite open-minded of you, Mindy. Marjorie is definitely a sexy young thing. She’s very fuckable! I think my stiff penis would like to explore her in every possible way.”

“Well, let’s not keep your penis waiting, Joel,” Mindy said. “Let’s you and I get started.”

I nodded and moved over to the couch where Mindy was sitting. She opened her arms to me. I embraced her passionately, kissed her several times, and began to grope her appealing body through the violet-colored blouse she was wearing. Her tits were marvelously firm to the touch. I could feel her nipples start to harden. I was tempted to unbutton her top, but that would not have gone over well with Mindy—and it would have wholly defeated the purpose of Marjorie’s special visit. About half a minute after Mindy started fondling my rod through my trousers, I had attained a noticeable stiffie.

“Your dick is quite hard now, Joel, in case you hadn’t noticed. I think it’s time for my substitute to make her appearance and do her thing,” Mindy said softly.

“Aw, that’s a shame!” I replied with fake sorrow in my voice. Then I turned around and saw Marjorie waiting patiently for me in her birthday suit. She had disrobed behind me. Her nude body was a pleasant surprise.

“I stand corrected!” I said with amusement. “This is a great plan, Mindy!”

Mindy gave me a kiss and said, “I’ll get out of your way now. You two can use the couch to do your business. It’s spacious and soft and perfectly designed for sex. It’s as good as a bed and you can freely move around on it. I’ll move to one of the chairs to watch you.” I got the impression that Mindy had been vividly fantasizing about what I’d be doing to her friend and neighbor. She was probably right!

Marjorie was a petite girl, perhaps 5’2”. (In contrast, Mindy stood about 5’6”.) Not only did I like busty girls, for some reason I especially admired girls who were both small and busty. Marjorie, despite her obvious sluttiness, fit the bill perfectly. I was still dressed when I lifted her up and set her onto the large black sofa. While I disrobed, Marjorie played with her hairless pussy. She had obviously shaved it for me. This girl took her screwing seriously.

I got the idea where she wanted to begin. I positioned myself between Marjorie’s thighs and began to lick her vagina with long, upward strokes of my tongue. This pleased her immensely. “This guy definitely knows what he’s doing!” she said to Mindy and me.

Actually, I wasn’t sure at all. I had had perhaps three full sexual experiences in my life. None involved cunnilingus. However, this was 1982. A bachelor church buddy of mine named Connor, who was about 23 years old, had a VCR in his house and a stash of illicit adult films to watch on it. I had seen a few of them. They had been terrific educational resources for me! Needless, top say, Connor wasn’t the most devoutly religious person at our church. I think he only attended services to qualify to play on the men’s sports teams.

I did my best to mimic what I had seen 1970s porn stars do for a living. I massaged Marjorie’s clit, continued licking her bald pussy, and shoved two of my fingers into it. I didn’t stop to look at what Mindy’s reaction was. If I had to guess, I would have figured it to be outright shock at how sexually aggressive I was being with her young neighbor. That turned out to be a good presumption.

I continued being the dominant sex partner. When her pussy was thoroughly soaked from being well aroused, I lifted Marjorie to a position at the edge of the couch where she was half sitting and half reclining. I instructed her to spread her legs but hold onto her feet. I figured, correctly, that she was small enough and athletic enough to manage this physical feat. This she did, exposing her pussy for my incoming penis. I rammed it into her without much subtlety. I drove it inside her, balls deep, over and over again. Marjorie and I were both moaning with pleasure. It was a small sample size, but Marjorie easily had the best pussy of any girl I had screwed in my 18 years. It seemed to grab my shaft and guide it deep inside. When I temporarily pulled out, Marjorie stated her disappointment in me.

“No! No! For heaven’s sake don’t stop now, Joel!” she pleased with me. “You belong in my pussy. You have no idea how good your dick feels inside me.”

That was a heck of a compliment, but to this point in our carnal encounter, I had sadly neglected Marjorie’s sensational boobs. It was an oversight I desired to correct immediately.

I kissed Marjorie for the first time and assured her that I’d be returning to her pleasure hole in a short time, but I noted, “I so want to fondle your tits right now. They’re gorgeous things!”

They were indeed! They had large areolas and pointy nipples that begged to be sucked. I didn’t care if 40 other guys had allegedly enjoyed them already. To me, they were virgin territory and were a total turn-on. I grabbed, groped, manhandled, fondled, caressed and generally enjoyed Marjorie’s beautiful breasts to the fullest with my hands. Then I licked, sucked and nibbled on them with my eager mouth. I wanted to enjoy them in every possible way—saving my final sexual act with them for the very end.

“Okay, back to me fucking your pretty pussy, since that’s what you desperately want!” I said. “This time I’ll screw you from behind, though.”

“Yay! That’s what I want!” Marjorie cutely cheered in reply.

I flipped my sex partner over and she assumed a kneeling position with her butt slightly elevated. Marjorie had a fine derriere, too, and I made a point of complimenting her on it. I stood and happily resumed screwing her, this time doggie-style. The feeling was exquisite. It seemed like I could penetrate her even more deeply this way—and I liked it! I got a kick out of the sound of my crotch smacking Marjorie’s butt cheeks with my hard, rhythmic thrusts. I only stopped occasionally to fondle her tits which were sexily hanging downward during this fuck. This was undoubtedly the greatest moment of my life. I wished it could last indefinitely.

When I would fondle Mindy when we were dressed, I had twice come prematurely. Oddly, in contrast, I must have screwed Marjorie for at least 10 to 12 minutes before I sensed an impending orgasm. (Hey, I had been told for years that the Lord works in mysterious ways!) I knew it would be unwise to launch a load of semen into her sexy pussy. Somehow, I suspected Marjorie was the overly fertile type! Therefore, I followed my plan. I pulled out of her vagina and flipped Marjorie onto her back again. I think she expected me to return to fucking her face-to-face, or perhaps ejaculate in her mouth, but I had another idea: I straddled this sexy teen, laid my dick between her prominent breasts and began to give her a well-deserved titty fuck. (This was a sex act I was totally unfamiliar with until I had recently witnessed it in one of Connor’s porno flicks. I loved how it looked and I knew I had to try it myself at the earliest opportunity. Well, opportunity was knocking with the comely, busty Marjorie Kastelic that evening on Mindy’s black couch!)

I could tell by her puzzled facial expression that this was something completely new to Marjorie, despite her long list of middle-school sex partners. I guess she didn’t watch porn movies. I instructed her to push her breasts together to surround my shaft. “I’m going to fuck your tits until I come, you sexy thing!” I told her. I only lasted about 45 seconds before blowing a huge load that solidly struck the underside of Marjorie’s chin. My orgasm was powerful enough to ricochet back and cover her breast with a shiny layer of thick, gooey semen. A few wayward, watery drops struck her face, too. I used my right index finger to pick up a few dollops of my sperm and place them onto Marjorie’s tongue. She licked my finger as if it were a lollipop. When it was obvious to me that Marjorie greatly enjoyed the taste, I used that same finger to give her a more substantial rope of cum that had been dangling from her left nipple. I held it for a second or two above her desirous face before slowly letting it drop into her gaping mouth. It was, without a doubt, the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life—including any of the steamiest porn scenes I had ever viewed on Connor’s VCR! I was a happy, content, and highly satisfied young man—and my screwing this immoral teen sexpot had been entirely my girlfriend’s idea! Wow!

“Oh, my God! That was marvelous!” Marjorie told me.

“Hey, I thought you weren’t a religious person,” I kidded her over her choice of words.

“I’m not!” she insisted, “But Jesus, that was an intense screwing you gave me, Joel! We have to keep doing this! I don’t care if Mindy is your girlfriend or not. We have to continue having this type of wonderful, passionate sex together. There’s no way we can do this just once.”

I laughed with pride at her assessment of my sexual performance before commenting, “See! You are religious, Marjorie! You just can’t help yourself. You referred to Jesus! Mindy, I think we need to take Marjorie to Sunday’s services so she can mingle with likeminded people. What do you think, my love?”

When I didn’t get an immediate answer from my girlfriend seated behind me, I turned around to look at her for the first time in about a quarter of an hour. Mindy was silently staring at us. To be more accurate, Mindy was gaping at Marjorie and me with a blank but curious expression that I had never seen on her face in the two-and-a-half years I had known her well. She seemed to be spellbound, lost in a bit of a trance.

“I asked you a question, honey,” I told her. “Did you hear it?”

“No,” Mindy replied pensively.

“It was just a silly, facetious question. Forget about it. However,” I continued, “I absolutely have to ask you what is going through your mind at this very moment, Mindy.”

After a dramatic pause, Mindy said, “I don’t want to make a rash judgement about something so important, but I suspect I may be missing out on a great deal of pleasure with you, Joel. I really do. The way you passionately fucked Marjorie was utterly unbelievable. I’m going to have to reconsider the virtues of chastity.”