{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"c00e667a-2b0b-40dd-863d-5a959380495a","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2019-07-04T13:14:50.67Z","title":"A Middle-class Girl's Journey - The Beginning.","slug":"a-middle-class-girls-journey-the-beginning","shortId":"IST4TnES","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"The true story of a middle-class girls journey from teenager to full-time slave girl.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"9471ebdb-72cc-4950-a38a-be356173defa","title":null,"summary":"\n\n\n\nam told that I’m this or that type of a person and\nI am often told it is due to my upbringing or","wordCount":6380,"readTime":32,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"\n\n

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am told that I’m this or that type of a person and\nI am often told it is due to my upbringing or the nature of my character I\nmaybe even the way I have been moulded and even trained. People who think they\nknow me well form different points of view telling me I am weak, strong,\nintelligent, stupid, a leader, easily led, a stuck-up bitch or a common slut. I\nhave never been certain how to classify myself, wife, mother, grandmother or I\nam I a whore, slut or a sex slave and a slag? Often, I ask myself how did I get\nhere and what made me into whatever I am? People who know only one part of my\nlife who would find it incredulous that I’d have another side so different. As\nthere are people I hope never find out about my other side, god forbid. Maybe\nthat says something more about me than normal people if there is such a thing\nas being normal. Read this scribble and make up your own mind about what I am\nand how I got here and maybe you can tell me because I don’t know myself.

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Village\nlife.

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Where\nto begin? That is always a good question; well I was born more years ago than I\nam going to tell in small village outside a little town in Leicestershire and I\nlived there until I was sixteen. My parents were quite middle class with my\nfather worked in a Bank and was Chief Clerk and Assistant Manager. Father was\nalways very old fashioned and had set ideas always well-dressed and walked with\nan air that told you he was a Naval Officer in the war, even if his tie didn’t.\nNot a tall man and when I was growing up, he was always slim and his shoes\nalways shinny and trousers creased. On holiday as family photographs show he\nwas never without his tie even on the beach, maybe everybody did in those days.\n

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My\nmother was a housewife, who looked after my four younger brothers and sister\nand of course me. Mum was brought up in a mill town and started work when she\nwas 14 years-old washing the laundry for the wealthy and had a hard life since\nshe was very young. I saw photographs once of my parents wedding day and\nalthough I recognised my father, I thought the pretty young woman must have\nbeen his first wife as she looked so pretty. I know now that bringing up six\nchildren in a small house on one wage had taken its toll on my mother god rest\nher. Her hair was jet black when she was younger and shoulder length however; I\nnever saw her like that, all I can recall was her returning from her quarterly\nvisit to the hair dressers with her grey hair in a shampoo and set, always\nwearing the same old coat she’d had when she married. The sad thing was Mum was\nfar too young to have grey hair and the sunken cheeks of an old woman having\nbrought up six children and a hard upbringing had that effect on her. My aunt\nher sister once told me that my mother “Was such a pretty girl she could have\nmarried anybody” pity I didn’t take after her in that respect, which was dig at\nmy husband not me.

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I\ntogether with my siblings attended the local village school which was\nunspectacular and which my father and grandfather most likely had sat at the\nexact same desks we did. The children all came from the village and with sons\nand daughters of the local farming community making up the rest of the pupils\nwith a lesser number of “townies” being the children of people who had moved to\nthe village and worked in the town or worked there of horror of horrors in\nLeicester, the nearest City.

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Growing\nup I had not one but two best friends Susan who lived next door to me and Hanna\nthe daughter of a farmer whose farm was just a mile outside the village. Even\nfrom an early age I was always head and shoulders taller than them and lot\nskinnier which made me think I was ugly I had the same high cheek bones as my\ndad and facially I looked a lot like him, the fact that the village boys\nconstantly made fun of my skinny legs and told me I looked like my dad which\ndidn’t help me at all. On the up side I was quite clever and was always top of\nthe class at most things with the exception of anything sporty and along with\nboth my best friends and most other village kids a member of the Church Sunday\nSchool, if we wanted to be or not.

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They\nsay you always remember the childhood years as being sunny and warm and I am no\nexception, thinking back I can’t remember a single day it rained let alone\nsnowed. There was nothing spectacular about my childhood at all not that I can\nremember but it’s strange how different things stick in your mind one of which\nwas the way Susan and Hanna got interested in boys a long time before I did who\nwas more interested in school and my family. I was quite happy; in fact, I was\nvery happy with loving parents and siblings and a sound family infrastructure\nof aunts, uncles and my grandmother and numerous cousins. I suppose it was\nidealistic Leicestershire village, middle class parents and although we weren’t\nrich, I can’t remember wanting for anything. The summers from memory appeared\nto be spent playing with my brothers and sister in the woods opposite to our\nhouse and visiting family. I doubt I was much or any different from any of the\nother girls in the village at least I don’t think I was.

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In\nmy last year at the village school I really put some effort into my academic\nwork which was a success as I passed my 11-plus with ease and went off to the\nGrammar School together with Hanna. It was a great summer as my father got the promotion,\nhe’d been trying for the last twenty-years and went from “Bank Clerk” to “Bank\nManager” meaning that even he’d manage a small branch his salary almost\ndoubled, happy days.

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Out\nof my two best friends Hanna was always the more “mature” and started to\ndevelop breasts at the age of ten and even before she was eleven, she was in a\nbra and filling it, unlike me who only needed a vest until I was sixteen. My\ntwo friends talked nonstop about boys and who was “fit” and who wasn’t and\nspeculated which would be a good kisser and then followed up by stating who was\nand who wasn’t a “groper” which turned out to be most of were. Nobody was\ninterested in “snogging” me or doing anything else for that matter. Hanna was\nalways the more successful even at eleven it was easy for her to pass herself\noff as being older than she was. If you didn’t know her, you’d think she was at\nleast fifteen if there were any fifteen-year olds with a “C” cup.

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Each\nweek after Sunday school we would sit in the churchyard on the same vault under\na tree and hang about around while the rest of them played football in the\nfield next door. I’d listen to my two friends as they compared notes. Just\nbefore the end of the long summer holiday which I wanted to go on forever,\nSusan announced that not only had she let a local boy (Farmers son) take her\ntop off but her knickers as well and “finger her” but not go all the way,\nalthough she did tell us how wide he’d opened her legs, it sounded awful to me.\nSusan was clearly enjoying her one up man ship as much as she’d enjoyed the act\nitself and described how she had “wanked him off” and got his “spunk” on her\nlegs and belly and how warm it was. I blushed and Hanna was clearly jealous as\nSusan informed us that she had quite a lot of pubic hair and it was red and the\nboy had told her he “loved” her and was going to marry her if she went all the\nway with him. I reminded her that she was eleven and he was fourteen so it was\nnever going to happen. Hanna was very quiet on the matter and although she’d\nlet numerous boys and teenagers inside her bra and up her skirt, she’d never\nlet them inside her knickers, I had a feeling that was about to change.

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We\nhardly saw her for the rest of the holiday or what was left of it until the\nSunday before we went back to School and she was dying to tell us something\nthat was very clear. We sat in the same place we always sat and then came the\nbomb shell, Hanna told us that she had done “it” at last and wasn’t a virgin\nanymore. The person she’d “done it” with she was pleased to tell us was a man\nand not a boy and that he’d done it to her lots of times. I sat there\ndumbstruck as she told us how much it had hurt her the first couple of times\nand how “big” he was, not that I had anything to compare it with of course. It\ntook us a week to get the full story out of Hanna, her first snippet was that\nit he was a cattle food salesman who was thirty-six years old and called on all\nthe local farmers including her father and shock horror he was married and not\nonly that we all knew his sons as well who played in the same junior football\nteam as my brother.

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Looking\nback on it he’d now be called a paedophile but which he was by any standards of\nthe day to say nothing of today even PC standards. That said he was under the\nillusion she was fifteen (still under age) when she was still three months\nshort of her twelfth birthday plus, she was also more than willing and\ncertainly not a victim maybe even the instigator. Hanna continued to see her\nsalesman for at least a couple of years and was also “doing it” with others and\nwould delight in telling us how he did it with her and the different positions\nand how he liked her naked I often found myself blushing or simply not\nunderstanding. Local boys held no or little interest to her unless they had a\ncar. I remained as unpopular as ever with the boys and just as gangly and\nunattractive and had earned the nickname of “Beanpole” which I hated.

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Susan\nwas the next to “do it” with a 16-year-old boy from the town she’s met at the\nDisco held in the village hall every Wednesday by the Vicar. Kids our age we\nwent at 6.00 but had to leave by 8.30 because the older ones had the place\nbetween then and 11.00, you had to be 14 to get in after that. We’d hang about\nif one of them wanted to see someone they fancied or who they thought fancied\nthem which was always the case with Susan who always thought some boy or man\nwas “looking at her” and was often very, very wrong a habit she not lost even\ntoday.

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It\nwas one of these who “broke her in” (God I hate that expression) it was one\nWednesday night around the back of the scout hut next to the village hall. I\nknow it was because I acted as lookout and was even more nervous than she was.\nI must say lying on your back in the dirt next to a dust bin wasn’t what\nanybody had planned for their first time, I know it wasn’t hers because we’d\ntalked about it often. Susan was just as free with details about sex life as\nHanna was as secretive about hers perhaps more so as she really liked to\nembarrass me. Although Hanna did tell us who she was doing it with and how,\nSusan gave you almost a blow by blow account down to the smallest detail. I was\nher trusted lookout every Wednesday and at the just eleven and twelve both of\nus were just too naive to realise it wasn’t a deep love he had for her more\nlike she had the holes he liked to get his cock into.

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As\nI have said before strange what you remember, the summer days had ended and the\nnights were dark and it was really cold. I remember standing outside the\nvillage hall with Susan waiting for her “boyfriend” to turn up, her getting\nmore and more worried he wasn’t going to show. \nWhen 8.30 and then 9.30 came and went it was clear he wasn’t going to\neither. The tears began to flow and she told me that he’d told her that he may\nnot see her that often because he was looking for something more and that he\ndidn’t know if she would give it to him. I told her she was already “doing it”\nwith him what more did he want. On reflection that was a very naïve if not a\nstupid question but hell I was 11 years-old. What he wanted was what they all\nwanted more and more, more sex, more holes to fuck and more often.

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Hanna\nand I talked about it at school the next day and later she came to my house and\nwe waited for Susan, who had some news for us, she’s spoken to him in her lunch\nbreak. It didn’t take long to get out of her what he wanted as she put it to\n“put it up her other hole” it was safer that way she couldn’t get pregnant that\nway so it would be better because he wouldn’t have to pull it out when he came\ninside her or use rubbers. I was nonplussed because I didn’t have a clue what\nthe hell, she was talking about but I did know enough to keep my mouth shut.\nHanna of course did know and asked Susan if she was going to do it with him,\nwhich Susan didn’t know the answer. Hanna told her that she’d been asked to do\nit but she’d always said no because she’d been told by her sister it was so\npainful. She also advised her to suck his cock instead which wasn’t really\nsucking at all and went on to say how she liked to make them cum when she did\nit. Once again, I was nonplussed another hole, sucking?

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Susan\nhad a phone number to ring he’d be waiting at a phone box at 7.30 and if she\nagreed she should ring him and he catch the bus to the village and meet her but\nnot to ring if she didn’t agree to do it. It was clear she was going to ring\nhim and just after 7.30 she came next door and asked if “Susan was coming out”\nHanna said she wouldn’t be there but she wanted to know what happened. This\ntime it was a quick trip to the bus stop and her disappearing with him behind\nthe bus shelter (how romantic) and I took up a place in the shelter on the\nbench with one eye on the traffic the other looking for people, just a single\nbrick wall between us. I could hear their voices just the other side of the\nbrick bus shelter although I couldn’t tell what they were saying. Half an hour\nlater they remerged him rubbing his crotch and Susan in tears, clearly not even\nas romantic episode when he “broke her in” the first time, her knees were both\nmarked and she had a cut on the palm of her left hand. We didn’t see her the\nnext morning at the bus stop and when we got home from school my Mum told me\nSusan had been off school with an upset tummy, she told her mother she’s was in\nsuch pain from her stomach cramp, she’d fallen over and hurt her knees and cut\nher hand.

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The\nnext night was “disco night” at the village hall he took her behind the scout\nhut and she wasn’t eager for him to “bum” her again and I could hear her\ntelling him in a whispered voice “no not there put it up my cunt, no up the\ncunt” and even offering to “suck him off” instead. It worked for her and I\ncould hear his moans and his instructions to her as she gave her first blow job\nbut it didn’t work completely for her. The following night as she called for me\nat 7.30 it was freezing cold but we both knew what was going to happen. On the\nway she told me that Alan knew best and she couldn’t help herself because she\nloved him so much. I also noticed she’s not changed and was still in her school\nUniform, “Alan was going to be more careful, she told me it won’t hurt as much\nthis time when he bums me” I was too cold to care. The use of Vaseline with her\non all fours like a dog helped, she told me at 8.00 as we walked home, yes he’d\ngot off the bus “bummed” her and got the same bus back stopping only to get her\nto suck his cock after he’d “done her” what class I don’t think. The Uniform was still being worn because it\nwas easy than taking off her jeans as all he had to do was lift the skirt out\nof the way, such a kind thoughtful person he was wasn’t he!

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Before\nour first term senior school both my best friends had become three hole\nexperienced and I hadn’t even had a kiss let alone a grope and had both started\ntheir periods in junior school and I would be almost 16 before I did. To be\n100% honest I still liked the company of my family at least they didn’t insult\nme and call me names. I changed in the corner for games at school and never\nshowed anybody the fact I didn’t have a chest or a single pubic hair, while\nHanna walked around the changing room naked her impressive 34c breast on full\nview. I hated being at school but I loved the school work and continued to\nexcel at it and I was moved up not one but two levels after just a single term\nthere, my parents were so proud of me but being labelled a geek didn’t do my\nself-esteem any good, before I was a beanpole now I was a geeky beanpole.

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The Ugly\nDuckling.

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My\nfirst kiss with a boy wasn’t until after my 15^th birthday and I\nlater found out he kissed me on a dare. My interest in boys ended at least for\nthe time being the fact that my two best friends thought it highly amusing\ndidn’t make me feel any better about it. Susan and I used to meet most lunch\nhours or lunch hour and a half as it lasted that long, as our schools were not\nthat far apart. The main reason for this was simple; she wanted to meet her\nboyfriend Alan which took place most days at her grandmother’s house which was\nempty during the day. The trigger for this was due to them both being seen\n“doing it” one night when I wasn’t their lookout by some of the village\nchildren including my younger brothers and my little sister who of course\ncouldn’t wait to tell our mother, who also couldn’t wait to tell her mother\nnaturally.

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This\nresulted in Susan being banned from going out at night and that included the\nDisco at the village hall or her almost nightly “walks” often with me still in\ntow as lookout. It also resulted in me seeing an erect cock for the first time\nwhich was Alan’s. I’d seen my brothers of course we used to bathe together\nright up to me at last reaching puberty and my mother taking me to one side to\ntell me about “boys” little did she know. Ever the faithful sentry I spotted\nSusan’s older sister outside their grandmothers and went into the “parlour” to\ntell them. Susan was on her knees in front of him sucking his cock her Uniform\nup tucked into her waistband her naked bottom on clear view when I walked in. I\nshouted who was outside and she scrambled to her knees picking up her knickers\noff the floor. He smiled at me took hold of his cock and waved it at me,\ngrabbed his jacket and headed off to the back door. Susan went off to the front\ndoor and let her sister in having put her knickers into her bag. Dorothy looked\nat me and asked “Are you OK Susan you look a little flushed.”

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That\nclose call only added to the excitement for Susan as for Alan he really got off\non the fact he’d been seen in action and his hard cock on display. So pleased\nwas he that he told Susan that he wanted to “reward” me by letting me watch\nthem. I didn’t find this out until years later when it made more sense to me\nwhen I did at the time it happened. The fact that clearly Susan didn’t agree\nbecause it was a few weeks before I went to her grandmother’s house in our\nlunch hour again. Certain things remain in my memory while other things I\nforget like how he (it was always him) got me to stay in the room while the\npair of them had sex. I do remember the odd smile on my best friend face as she\ngot on her knees and he took out his cock to be sucked. Her mouth may have been\naround his cock but her eyes were on me and so were his as I sat and blushed.

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I\nalso recall the smirk on his face was only interrupted by his constant remarks\nto me calling me “the little virgin” all the time. I also do most clearly\nrecall being shocked at how red her pubic hair was and how much she had of it\nas well as how clinical it was even down to the glance at his watch. Girls grow\nup with a romantic notion that you fall in love you marry and have kids and\nmost likely lose you virginity to your husband on your wedding night with a\nwarm fire burning in the room face to face as he tells you how much he loved\nyou. Not for these two after he’d had enough of getting his cock sucked he\npulled out of her mouth making certain I saw how “hard” he was and she\nautomatically knelt on the seat of the sofa her knees on the edge the bottom\nhalf of her legs sticking out and she gripped the back of the sofa. He got\nbehind her and lifted her school skirt out of the way rubbed his cock up and\ndown between her legs and started to fuck her, still looking over at me. Susan\non the other hand had closed her eyes and was omitting groans and whimpering\nsounds. Not that I’d heard of foreplay but looking back there just wasn’t any.

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After\na while I could feel myself blushing and dry mouthed and unable to move. He\nstopped and I thought it was over when he pulled out and Susan looked over her\nshoulder back at him and shook her head as if to say no. He spoke for the first\ntime since they started and just said “yes” and pushed her shoulders down and\nlifted her rear up and after a struggle he resumed his rhythm first slowly then\nharder and more powerful. Susan wasn’t moaning but taking more and deeper\nbreaths just wincing from time to time, clearly him “bumming” her wasn’t that\npleasurable for her as it was for him. With a huge groan he finished and pulled\nout of my best friends “other hole” rested a few seconds still inside her,\nslapping the back of her head told her to “turn around and she did to clean his\ncock” meaning as I soon found out in her mouth. This she did once again fixing\nher eyes firmly on me leaving a small puddle of cum on the floor.

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The\nnext time I went with her Susan was on her period, something I’d still had to\nexperience, she knelt between his legs and sucked his cock as he threw insults\nat me and asking me if I was going to be a virgin forever and never touch a\ncock. I told him I had and to shut up and that I had (I lied and they both knew\nit) so there. He laughed and told Susan to sit next to him and got her to wank\nhim patting the seat next to him for me to sit next to him or “are you to\nscared?” I was scared but I didn’t want him to see it so I sat down on the sofa\nnext to him. He then invited me to wank him and give Susan a rest, Susan told\nme to “go on Susan, go on” and I did. It was hard and warm I didn’t expect it\nto be like that; in fact I didn’t know what it would feel like. I gripped his\ncock hard and he told me to relax and I started to move it up and down. I\nremember I felt so humiliated I wanted to cry but at the same time I didn’t\nwant to stop because I didn’t want him to be disappointed or think I was stupid\nmore the latter looking back. I wasn’t expecting so much cum either it shot all\nover the place and as he came, I stopped only to be screamed at by him and to\ncarry on which I quickly did. There appeared to be no end of his spunk and it\nspurted all over the place including over me, Susan was right it was warm and I\nrecall saying to myself that it smelt strange as well.

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This\nromance came to a swift end when Susan was sixteen when her mother invited her\nto bring him to the house explaining that even she was young once and she\nrealised she was still seeing her “Bo” and she’d like to meet him. I heard\nabout it because our two mothers chatted every day in our kitchen, the same\ntime 11am every day. At this “get together” Alan was told in no uncertain terms\nby her mother that they knew he’d soiled her daughter but now seeing as she was\nold enough as in the legal age, it didn’t matter. Not as long it was understood\nthat now Susan was now old enough to marry, they could do it as often as he\nliked, so long as they got engaged. The following day the poor girl was dragged\noff to the family doctor and put in the Pill. Sadly, for Susan she ballooned in\nweight straight away but mostly around her thighs and backside and unlike Hanna\nthere was no sudden increase in the size of her tits either, 34a they were and\n34a they remained. The final nail in the coffin was Susan wearing an old ring\nshe’d been given by a sister and telling anybody who would listen she “was\nengaged” which was news to her boyfriend for almost five years, who promptly\npacked up his bags one day and left town to join the Royal Navy and wasn’t seen\nagain until fifteen years later when he turned up with a five or half a dozen\nkids in tow. I guess like most 21-year-olds as he was by then, he didn’t want\nto get stuck with a fat 16-year-old wife, even if she had given him three-hole\nsex on demand for the last five years.

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The\nwailing from jilted Susan lasted for weeks, months even she left school and a\nrumour went around that she’d gone away to have a baby or an abortion. This\nwasn’t true at all she was in her bedroom 99.9% of the time alternating from\ntears or despondency to those of rage with the world. Ever eager to get her\nmarried off, Susan’s mother insisted she stay on the pill, as she told my\nmother in one of their gossip hours informing her that “You are lucky in that\nrespect because your Susan isn’t interested in boys she’s lucky as well being a\nplain looking girl” something my own mother I point out, didn’t see fit to\ndisagree with. What made matters even worse was the fact that living almost\nisolated in a village with a bus into the nearest town just once every two hours\nstopped her finding out the full extent of what a big mouth her fleeing\n“fiancée” actually had. Something she found out when she did venture out in the\nworld again when various men, she’d never even met commented to her “So you\nlike it up the arse do you?”

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Hanna\nin the meantime was having no problems now also sixteen she looked twenty at\nleast and she was always the one to bring the pair of us back to reality if we\nwanted to or not. It was after one of Susan’s” Woe is me” rants about lost love\nand never loving again Hanna put her straight. Susan was told in no uncertain\nterms that she was “an idiot if she thought Alan was “in love” with her because\nhe wasn’t and most likely didn’t even know the meaning of the word. It was a\nfuck he wanted and the fact she gave him one in whichever hole he wanted was\nthe only reason he’d stayed with her for so long. Did she think she was the\nonly one he was fucking because if she did, she’d be wrong” she really told her\nsome home truths. Ever the farmer’s daughter Hanna said that she’d never\nbothered if a man dumped her because she could soon get another one and if he\nwasn’t up to it, she’d dump him and get another, they all want one thing and as\nlong as you give it to them they are happy. Hanna’s motto was “Give them what they\nwant to get what you wanted” I was disgusted I guess I was still a romantic.

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I\ntold them that I’d never do that ever, only to be told to grow up by Hanna,\n“Susan how do you think I got to be Rose Queen for the village three times and\nyou never did?” she asked me and then Susan we were both clueless. The reason\nshe told was because “The first time (she was eleven) was because I let the\nVicar touch my tits and put his hand on my thigh. The second time (she was\nthirteen) was because I let him put his hand in my knickers and then let him\ntake them off and I wanked him off. The last time (she was fifteen) I sucked\nhis cock every Sunday for weeks until he agreed, that’s how” she told us in\ntriumph. After her confession I didn’t go to church or talk to the vicar again\nuntil the day I married much to the annoyance of my parents and I only ever\nspoke a single word to the Vicar just one until the day he retired, “Pervert.”

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When\nwe were all sixteen our parents allowed us to go into the town to the “Boys\nClub” a local youth club as long as my father picked us up which he did. His\neagerness to stay in the pub and faith in the fact I was a good girl soon\nstopped his willingness to do that even and soon we would get the last bus home\naround 10.50 which was a big concession from my parents. We’d also visit the\nlocal “Young Farmers” events in the surrounding villages most of the time\ndriven there by Hanna’s older sister and then collected by her. Susan was great\nand told me how I should make the most of my great figure, which was a shock\nbecause I always thought I didn’t have one.

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One\nSaturday Susan took us shopping in Hanley the closest “big town” and bought\nHanna and I several pairs of lacy but very small knickers. I was also bought a\nvery short skirt and a top that not only fell off my shoulders but didn’t cover\nmy stomach either. I could borrow a pair of her shoes as well the next time we\nwent out. The skirt was so short and the top so flimsy there was no way I’d be\nlet out of the house wearing it so it was agreed I’d leave it at the farm and\nchange there, which was something I soon got used to.

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The\nvery first time I put it on my tights came up to my bra and the top didn’t\ncover them so Susan told me to take them off and my bra as well as the straps\nmade it look ugly. I was almost in tears taking the bra off because I’d only\nbeen wearing one for a few months and I was very conscious about being naked in\nfront of them or at least topless turning so I had my back to them both. “You\ndon’t need a bra Susan”, Susan told me. “You don’t sag and it looks so much\nbetter” she smiled. I was told time and again that “Oh I didn’t know you had\nlegs” or “those go right up don’t they” which made me feel even more awkward. I\nstuck to Hanna like glue which really annoyed her so much she told me to leave\nher alone and even being asked to dance for the first time ever didn’t cheer me\nup and I wanted to go home thinking all the time people could see my flat\nchest.

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One\nFriday night we were dropped off at the “Boys Club” and being naughty girls we\nmet a friend of Hanna’s who took us to a local Pub (bad girls) where I\ndiscovered Port & Lemon which after 3-4 I didn’t mind men and they were\nmen, not boys, commenting on my legs or asking if I was wearing a bra. The\nperson who was buying them for me was called Alistair he has a soft Scottish\naccent and he even offered to walk me home which I told him was OK because I\nlived 3 miles away and would get the bus. As Hanna had long since gone, I\nthought I’d better go then and Alistair was kind enough to walk me to the bust\nstop.

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My\nsecond kiss took place in the grounds of the local Collage of Further Education\nand how I got there I don’t know to this day. His breath was foul and smelly of\na mixture of beer and cigarettes and it came from a man about 20 years older\nthan me at least. Next to come was the hand under my crop top and onto my\n“small tits but good nipples though” as he put it, his hands were cold and he\nwas lifting my top up. The not knowing\nwhat was happening was due 100% to the port & lemons and my inexperience\nwhich didn’t warn me I was very close to being raped. The kissing I didn’t like\nbut it stopped once he found my nipples which as I was unable to do anything\nabout it, he took that for my approval or at least compliance. He held my hands\ntogether and lifted them up and straight above my head his mouth sucking on one\nthen the other nipple. His other hand found itself down to my skirt hem and\nthen I felt it move up my leg. He lifted my hands further above my head and\nheld them there this had the effect of lifting my top out of the way and\nexposed my breasts at the same time as holding me in position.

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I\nremember trying to close my legs as if by instinct only to find his knee\nbetween them stopping me for doing so. He sucked on my nipples and I heard\nmyself moaning, I also remember him saying “You like that don’t you, you like\nthat don’t you, and open your legs, open your legs for me” which I wasn’t ready\nto do as I liking the attention my nipples were getting far too much. It wasn’t\nas if I had a choice as he used his own leg to push mine apart and with that\nhis free hand was pulling my gusset to one side and he kicked my ankles making\nme move my feet away from each other. He released my hands from above my head\nand I put them around his head as he continued to suck my nipples which I was\nreally starting to enjoy. I felt his fingers on my pussy and started to sober\nup. “Fuck you are tight” he told me as he tried to push his fingers inside me\nand I realised he was using his other hand to get his cock out. His fingers\nhurt me as he tried to force them into me with no finesse and it hurt me a lot.\nI reached down and tried to push him away and was just in time to feel his cum\nsplat on the inside my thigh, saved by premature ejaculation.

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I\nfelt so scared at the time and yet he was more embarrassed than threatening at\nthat point and just wanted to get away. It was too late to get the bus and with\nme close to tears he stood by his word and started to walk me home. On the way\nI didn’t speak just listened to him and his questions and comments “You have\ngreat legs, big nipples as well, you don’t have much hair (pubic) do you shave?\nAfter about a mile and a half he stopped and took me by the arm pulling me into\nentrance for the local council tip and behind a port-a-cabin. Turning me so my\nface was against the wall of the cabin he again reached under my top and again\nstarted to squeeze my breasts and most of all my nipples I tried to stop him\nbut not very effectively and he took no notice lifting the back of my skirt\nwhile trying to release his cock at the same time.

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“Fuck\nyou have a great arse you bitch” he knew how to impress a girl I don’t think,\n“I think I’m going to fuck it for you, shit your fucking arse is fucking great”\nI couldn’t speak I should have screamed but I didn’t want anybody to know what\nwas happening to me. I managed to turn around and face him and he started to\nsuck my nipples and I had my hands on his head. Still I wanted to leave but at\nthe same time I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t willing and tell people even\nthough I wasn’t at all. His cock was free and he put it in my hand telling me\nto wank him saying “Get it hard you bitch, get it hard” I reached down and\nwanked him like I’d wanked Alan but hard was one thing this cock was never\ngoing to get, well not that time anyway.

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He\nwanted me naked so off came the skirt, top and knickers which he put in his\npocket. The first time a man had me naked was at the local tip how classy and\nstill no erection maybe seeing me like that prevented it. He wanted me to suck\nhis cock and tried to push my shoulders down and then my head. I thought about\ndoing it, I’d seen Susan doing it and I knew men liked it but I couldn’t bring\nmyself to do it. This made him angry with me although he didn’t want to show it\nand he told me to dress and didn’t speak a word to me about 50 yards closer to\nmy village he waved down a taxi put me in it paid the driver and sent me home.\nThe taxi driver tried to chat to me but I wasn’t very forthcoming as I got out\nof his cab, I heard him say “nice arse” it made me smile not realising until I\nreached my bedroom, I still had no knickers on.

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Part 2 to follow

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