am told that I’m this or that type of a person and I am often told it is due to my upbringing or the nature of my character I maybe even the way I have been moulded and even trained. People who think they know me well form different points of view telling me I am weak, strong, intelligent, stupid, a leader, easily led, a stuck-up bitch or a common slut. I have never been certain how to classify myself, wife, mother, grandmother or I am I a whore, slut or a sex slave and a slag? Often, I ask myself how did I get here and what made me into whatever I am? People who know only one part of my life who would find it incredulous that I’d have another side so different. As there are people I hope never find out about my other side, god forbid. Maybe that says something more about me than normal people if there is such a thing as being normal. Read this scribble and make up your own mind about what I am and how I got here and maybe you can tell me because I don’t know myself.
Village life.
Where to begin? That is always a good question; well I was born more years ago than I am going to tell in small village outside a little town in Leicestershire and I lived there until I was sixteen. My parents were quite middle class with my father worked in a Bank and was Chief Clerk and Assistant Manager. Father was always very old fashioned and had set ideas always well-dressed and walked with an air that told you he was a Naval Officer in the war, even if his tie didn’t. Not a tall man and when I was growing up, he was always slim and his shoes always shinny and trousers creased. On holiday as family photographs show he was never without his tie even on the beach, maybe everybody did in those days.
My mother was a housewife, who looked after my four younger brothers and sister and of course me. Mum was brought up in a mill town and started work when she was 14 years-old washing the laundry for the wealthy and had a hard life since she was very young. I saw photographs once of my parents wedding day and although I recognised my father, I thought the pretty young woman must have been his first wife as she looked so pretty. I know now that bringing up six children in a small house on one wage had taken its toll on my mother god rest her. Her hair was jet black when she was younger and shoulder length however; I never saw her like that, all I can recall was her returning from her quarterly visit to the hair dressers with her grey hair in a shampoo and set, always wearing the same old coat she’d had when she married. The sad thing was Mum was far too young to have grey hair and the sunken cheeks of an old woman having brought up six children and a hard upbringing had that effect on her. My aunt her sister once told me that my mother “Was such a pretty girl she could have married anybody” pity I didn’t take after her in that respect, which was dig at my husband not me.
I together with my siblings attended the local village school which was unspectacular and which my father and grandfather most likely had sat at the exact same desks we did. The children all came from the village and with sons and daughters of the local farming community making up the rest of the pupils with a lesser number of “townies” being the children of people who had moved to the village and worked in the town or worked there of horror of horrors in Leicester, the nearest City.
Growing up I had not one but two best friends Susan who lived next door to me and Hanna the daughter of a farmer whose farm was just a mile outside the village. Even from an early age I was always head and shoulders taller than them and lot skinnier which made me think I was ugly I had the same high cheek bones as my dad and facially I looked a lot like him, the fact that the village boys constantly made fun of my skinny legs and told me I looked like my dad which didn’t help me at all. On the up side I was quite clever and was always top of the class at most things with the exception of anything sporty and along with both my best friends and most other village kids a member of the Church Sunday School, if we wanted to be or not.
They say you always remember the childhood years as being sunny and warm and I am no exception, thinking back I can’t remember a single day it rained let alone snowed. There was nothing spectacular about my childhood at all not that I can remember but it’s strange how different things stick in your mind one of which was the way Susan and Hanna got interested in boys a long time before I did who was more interested in school and my family. I was quite happy; in fact, I was very happy with loving parents and siblings and a sound family infrastructure of aunts, uncles and my grandmother and numerous cousins. I suppose it was idealistic Leicestershire village, middle class parents and although we weren’t rich, I can’t remember wanting for anything. The summers from memory appeared to be spent playing with my brothers and sister in the woods opposite to our house and visiting family. I doubt I was much or any different from any of the other girls in the village at least I don’t think I was.
In my last year at the village school I really put some effort into my academic work which was a success as I passed my 11-plus with ease and went off to the Grammar School together with Hanna. It was a great summer as my father got the promotion, he’d been trying for the last twenty-years and went from “Bank Clerk” to “Bank Manager” meaning that even he’d manage a small branch his salary almost doubled, happy days.
Out of my two best friends Hanna was always the more “mature” and started to develop breasts at the age of ten and even before she was eleven, she was in a bra and filling it, unlike me who only needed a vest until I was sixteen. My two friends talked nonstop about boys and who was “fit” and who wasn’t and speculated which would be a good kisser and then followed up by stating who was and who wasn’t a “groper” which turned out to be most of were. Nobody was interested in “snogging” me or doing anything else for that matter. Hanna was always the more successful even at eleven it was easy for her to pass herself off as being older than she was. If you didn’t know her, you’d think she was at least fifteen if there were any fifteen-year olds with a “C” cup.
Each week after Sunday school we would sit in the churchyard on the same vault under a tree and hang about around while the rest of them played football in the field next door. I’d listen to my two friends as they compared notes. Just before the end of the long summer holiday which I wanted to go on forever, Susan announced that not only had she let a local boy (Farmers son) take her top off but her knickers as well and “finger her” but not go all the way, although she did tell us how wide he’d opened her legs, it sounded awful to me. Susan was clearly enjoying her one up man ship as much as she’d enjoyed the act itself and described how she had “wanked him off” and got his “spunk” on her legs and belly and how warm it was. I blushed and Hanna was clearly jealous as Susan informed us that she had quite a lot of pubic hair and it was red and the boy had told her he “loved” her and was going to marry her if she went all the way with him. I reminded her that she was eleven and he was fourteen so it was never going to happen. Hanna was very quiet on the matter and although she’d let numerous boys and teenagers inside her bra and up her skirt, she’d never let them inside her knickers, I had a feeling that was about to change.
We hardly saw her for the rest of the holiday or what was left of it until the Sunday before we went back to School and she was dying to tell us something that was very clear. We sat in the same place we always sat and then came the bomb shell, Hanna told us that she had done “it” at last and wasn’t a virgin anymore. The person she’d “done it” with she was pleased to tell us was a man and not a boy and that he’d done it to her lots of times. I sat there dumbstruck as she told us how much it had hurt her the first couple of times and how “big” he was, not that I had anything to compare it with of course. It took us a week to get the full story out of Hanna, her first snippet was that it he was a cattle food salesman who was thirty-six years old and called on all the local farmers including her father and shock horror he was married and not only that we all knew his sons as well who played in the same junior football team as my brother.
Looking back on it he’d now be called a paedophile but which he was by any standards of the day to say nothing of today even PC standards. That said he was under the illusion she was fifteen (still under age) when she was still three months short of her twelfth birthday plus, she was also more than willing and certainly not a victim maybe even the instigator. Hanna continued to see her salesman for at least a couple of years and was also “doing it” with others and would delight in telling us how he did it with her and the different positions and how he liked her naked I often found myself blushing or simply not understanding. Local boys held no or little interest to her unless they had a car. I remained as unpopular as ever with the boys and just as gangly and unattractive and had earned the nickname of “Beanpole” which I hated.
Susan was the next to “do it” with a 16-year-old boy from the town she’s met at the Disco held in the village hall every Wednesday by the Vicar. Kids our age we went at 6.00 but had to leave by 8.30 because the older ones had the place between then and 11.00, you had to be 14 to get in after that. We’d hang about if one of them wanted to see someone they fancied or who they thought fancied them which was always the case with Susan who always thought some boy or man was “looking at her” and was often very, very wrong a habit she not lost even today.
It was one of these who “broke her in” (God I hate that expression) it was one Wednesday night around the back of the scout hut next to the village hall. I know it was because I acted as lookout and was even more nervous than she was. I must say lying on your back in the dirt next to a dust bin wasn’t what anybody had planned for their first time, I know it wasn’t hers because we’d talked about it often. Susan was just as free with details about sex life as Hanna was as secretive about hers perhaps more so as she really liked to embarrass me. Although Hanna did tell us who she was doing it with and how, Susan gave you almost a blow by blow account down to the smallest detail. I was her trusted lookout every Wednesday and at the just eleven and twelve both of us were just too naive to realise it wasn’t a deep love he had for her more like she had the holes he liked to get his cock into.
As I have said before strange what you remember, the summer days had ended and the nights were dark and it was really cold. I remember standing outside the village hall with Susan waiting for her “boyfriend” to turn up, her getting more and more worried he wasn’t going to show. When 8.30 and then 9.30 came and went it was clear he wasn’t going to either. The tears began to flow and she told me that he’d told her that he may not see her that often because he was looking for something more and that he didn’t know if she would give it to him. I told her she was already “doing it” with him what more did he want. On reflection that was a very naïve if not a stupid question but hell I was 11 years-old. What he wanted was what they all wanted more and more, more sex, more holes to fuck and more often.
Hanna and I talked about it at school the next day and later she came to my house and we waited for Susan, who had some news for us, she’s spoken to him in her lunch break. It didn’t take long to get out of her what he wanted as she put it to “put it up her other hole” it was safer that way she couldn’t get pregnant that way so it would be better because he wouldn’t have to pull it out when he came inside her or use rubbers. I was nonplussed because I didn’t have a clue what the hell, she was talking about but I did know enough to keep my mouth shut. Hanna of course did know and asked Susan if she was going to do it with him, which Susan didn’t know the answer. Hanna told her that she’d been asked to do it but she’d always said no because she’d been told by her sister it was so painful. She also advised her to suck his cock instead which wasn’t really sucking at all and went on to say how she liked to make them cum when she did it. Once again, I was nonplussed another hole, sucking?
Susan had a phone number to ring he’d be waiting at a phone box at 7.30 and if she agreed she should ring him and he catch the bus to the village and meet her but not to ring if she didn’t agree to do it. It was clear she was going to ring him and just after 7.30 she came next door and asked if “Susan was coming out” Hanna said she wouldn’t be there but she wanted to know what happened. This time it was a quick trip to the bus stop and her disappearing with him behind the bus shelter (how romantic) and I took up a place in the shelter on the bench with one eye on the traffic the other looking for people, just a single brick wall between us. I could hear their voices just the other side of the brick bus shelter although I couldn’t tell what they were saying. Half an hour later they remerged him rubbing his crotch and Susan in tears, clearly not even as romantic episode when he “broke her in” the first time, her knees were both marked and she had a cut on the palm of her left hand. We didn’t see her the next morning at the bus stop and when we got home from school my Mum told me Susan had been off school with an upset tummy, she told her mother she’s was in such pain from her stomach cramp, she’d fallen over and hurt her knees and cut her hand.
The next night was “disco night” at the village hall he took her behind the scout hut and she wasn’t eager for him to “bum” her again and I could hear her telling him in a whispered voice “no not there put it up my cunt, no up the cunt” and even offering to “suck him off” instead. It worked for her and I could hear his moans and his instructions to her as she gave her first blow job but it didn’t work completely for her. The following night as she called for me at 7.30 it was freezing cold but we both knew what was going to happen. On the way she told me that Alan knew best and she couldn’t help herself because she loved him so much. I also noticed she’s not changed and was still in her school Uniform, “Alan was going to be more careful, she told me it won’t hurt as much this time when he bums me” I was too cold to care. The use of Vaseline with her on all fours like a dog helped, she told me at 8.00 as we walked home, yes he’d got off the bus “bummed” her and got the same bus back stopping only to get her to suck his cock after he’d “done her” what class I don’t think. The Uniform was still being worn because it was easy than taking off her jeans as all he had to do was lift the skirt out of the way, such a kind thoughtful person he was wasn’t he!
Before our first term senior school both my best friends had become three hole experienced and I hadn’t even had a kiss let alone a grope and had both started their periods in junior school and I would be almost 16 before I did. To be 100% honest I still liked the company of my family at least they didn’t insult me and call me names. I changed in the corner for games at school and never showed anybody the fact I didn’t have a chest or a single pubic hair, while Hanna walked around the changing room naked her impressive 34c breast on full view. I hated being at school but I loved the school work and continued to excel at it and I was moved up not one but two levels after just a single term there, my parents were so proud of me but being labelled a geek didn’t do my self-esteem any good, before I was a beanpole now I was a geeky beanpole.
The Ugly Duckling.
My first kiss with a boy wasn’t until after my 15th birthday and I later found out he kissed me on a dare. My interest in boys ended at least for the time being the fact that my two best friends thought it highly amusing didn’t make me feel any better about it. Susan and I used to meet most lunch hours or lunch hour and a half as it lasted that long, as our schools were not that far apart. The main reason for this was simple; she wanted to meet her boyfriend Alan which took place most days at her grandmother’s house which was empty during the day. The trigger for this was due to them both being seen “doing it” one night when I wasn’t their lookout by some of the village children including my younger brothers and my little sister who of course couldn’t wait to tell our mother, who also couldn’t wait to tell her mother naturally.
This resulted in Susan being banned from going out at night and that included the Disco at the village hall or her almost nightly “walks” often with me still in tow as lookout. It also resulted in me seeing an erect cock for the first time which was Alan’s. I’d seen my brothers of course we used to bathe together right up to me at last reaching puberty and my mother taking me to one side to tell me about “boys” little did she know. Ever the faithful sentry I spotted Susan’s older sister outside their grandmothers and went into the “parlour” to tell them. Susan was on her knees in front of him sucking his cock her Uniform up tucked into her waistband her naked bottom on clear view when I walked in. I shouted who was outside and she scrambled to her knees picking up her knickers off the floor. He smiled at me took hold of his cock and waved it at me, grabbed his jacket and headed off to the back door. Susan went off to the front door and let her sister in having put her knickers into her bag. Dorothy looked at me and asked “Are you OK Susan you look a little flushed.”
That close call only added to the excitement for Susan as for Alan he really got off on the fact he’d been seen in action and his hard cock on display. So pleased was he that he told Susan that he wanted to “reward” me by letting me watch them. I didn’t find this out until years later when it made more sense to me when I did at the time it happened. The fact that clearly Susan didn’t agree because it was a few weeks before I went to her grandmother’s house in our lunch hour again. Certain things remain in my memory while other things I forget like how he (it was always him) got me to stay in the room while the pair of them had sex. I do remember the odd smile on my best friend face as she got on her knees and he took out his cock to be sucked. Her mouth may have been around his cock but her eyes were on me and so were his as I sat and blushed.
I also recall the smirk on his face was only interrupted by his constant remarks to me calling me “the little virgin” all the time. I also do most clearly recall being shocked at how red her pubic hair was and how much she had of it as well as how clinical it was even down to the glance at his watch. Girls grow up with a romantic notion that you fall in love you marry and have kids and most likely lose you virginity to your husband on your wedding night with a warm fire burning in the room face to face as he tells you how much he loved you. Not for these two after he’d had enough of getting his cock sucked he pulled out of her mouth making certain I saw how “hard” he was and she automatically knelt on the seat of the sofa her knees on the edge the bottom half of her legs sticking out and she gripped the back of the sofa. He got behind her and lifted her school skirt out of the way rubbed his cock up and down between her legs and started to fuck her, still looking over at me. Susan on the other hand had closed her eyes and was omitting groans and whimpering sounds. Not that I’d heard of foreplay but looking back there just wasn’t any.
After a while I could feel myself blushing and dry mouthed and unable to move. He stopped and I thought it was over when he pulled out and Susan looked over her shoulder back at him and shook her head as if to say no. He spoke for the first time since they started and just said “yes” and pushed her shoulders down and lifted her rear up and after a struggle he resumed his rhythm first slowly then harder and more powerful. Susan wasn’t moaning but taking more and deeper breaths just wincing from time to time, clearly him “bumming” her wasn’t that pleasurable for her as it was for him. With a huge groan he finished and pulled out of my best friends “other hole” rested a few seconds still inside her, slapping the back of her head told her to “turn around and she did to clean his cock” meaning as I soon found out in her mouth. This she did once again fixing her eyes firmly on me leaving a small puddle of cum on the floor.
The next time I went with her Susan was on her period, something I’d still had to experience, she knelt between his legs and sucked his cock as he threw insults at me and asking me if I was going to be a virgin forever and never touch a cock. I told him I had and to shut up and that I had (I lied and they both knew it) so there. He laughed and told Susan to sit next to him and got her to wank him patting the seat next to him for me to sit next to him or “are you to scared?” I was scared but I didn’t want him to see it so I sat down on the sofa next to him. He then invited me to wank him and give Susan a rest, Susan told me to “go on Susan, go on” and I did. It was hard and warm I didn’t expect it to be like that; in fact I didn’t know what it would feel like. I gripped his cock hard and he told me to relax and I started to move it up and down. I remember I felt so humiliated I wanted to cry but at the same time I didn’t want to stop because I didn’t want him to be disappointed or think I was stupid more the latter looking back. I wasn’t expecting so much cum either it shot all over the place and as he came, I stopped only to be screamed at by him and to carry on which I quickly did. There appeared to be no end of his spunk and it spurted all over the place including over me, Susan was right it was warm and I recall saying to myself that it smelt strange as well.
This romance came to a swift end when Susan was sixteen when her mother invited her to bring him to the house explaining that even she was young once and she realised she was still seeing her “Bo” and she’d like to meet him. I heard about it because our two mothers chatted every day in our kitchen, the same time 11am every day. At this “get together” Alan was told in no uncertain terms by her mother that they knew he’d soiled her daughter but now seeing as she was old enough as in the legal age, it didn’t matter. Not as long it was understood that now Susan was now old enough to marry, they could do it as often as he liked, so long as they got engaged. The following day the poor girl was dragged off to the family doctor and put in the Pill. Sadly, for Susan she ballooned in weight straight away but mostly around her thighs and backside and unlike Hanna there was no sudden increase in the size of her tits either, 34a they were and 34a they remained. The final nail in the coffin was Susan wearing an old ring she’d been given by a sister and telling anybody who would listen she “was engaged” which was news to her boyfriend for almost five years, who promptly packed up his bags one day and left town to join the Royal Navy and wasn’t seen again until fifteen years later when he turned up with a five or half a dozen kids in tow. I guess like most 21-year-olds as he was by then, he didn’t want to get stuck with a fat 16-year-old wife, even if she had given him three-hole sex on demand for the last five years.
The wailing from jilted Susan lasted for weeks, months even she left school and a rumour went around that she’d gone away to have a baby or an abortion. This wasn’t true at all she was in her bedroom 99.9% of the time alternating from tears or despondency to those of rage with the world. Ever eager to get her married off, Susan’s mother insisted she stay on the pill, as she told my mother in one of their gossip hours informing her that “You are lucky in that respect because your Susan isn’t interested in boys she’s lucky as well being a plain looking girl” something my own mother I point out, didn’t see fit to disagree with. What made matters even worse was the fact that living almost isolated in a village with a bus into the nearest town just once every two hours stopped her finding out the full extent of what a big mouth her fleeing “fiancée” actually had. Something she found out when she did venture out in the world again when various men, she’d never even met commented to her “So you like it up the arse do you?”
Hanna in the meantime was having no problems now also sixteen she looked twenty at least and she was always the one to bring the pair of us back to reality if we wanted to or not. It was after one of Susan’s” Woe is me” rants about lost love and never loving again Hanna put her straight. Susan was told in no uncertain terms that she was “an idiot if she thought Alan was “in love” with her because he wasn’t and most likely didn’t even know the meaning of the word. It was a fuck he wanted and the fact she gave him one in whichever hole he wanted was the only reason he’d stayed with her for so long. Did she think she was the only one he was fucking because if she did, she’d be wrong” she really told her some home truths. Ever the farmer’s daughter Hanna said that she’d never bothered if a man dumped her because she could soon get another one and if he wasn’t up to it, she’d dump him and get another, they all want one thing and as long as you give it to them they are happy. Hanna’s motto was “Give them what they want to get what you wanted” I was disgusted I guess I was still a romantic.
I told them that I’d never do that ever, only to be told to grow up by Hanna, “Susan how do you think I got to be Rose Queen for the village three times and you never did?” she asked me and then Susan we were both clueless. The reason she told was because “The first time (she was eleven) was because I let the Vicar touch my tits and put his hand on my thigh. The second time (she was thirteen) was because I let him put his hand in my knickers and then let him take them off and I wanked him off. The last time (she was fifteen) I sucked his cock every Sunday for weeks until he agreed, that’s how” she told us in triumph. After her confession I didn’t go to church or talk to the vicar again until the day I married much to the annoyance of my parents and I only ever spoke a single word to the Vicar just one until the day he retired, “Pervert.”
When we were all sixteen our parents allowed us to go into the town to the “Boys Club” a local youth club as long as my father picked us up which he did. His eagerness to stay in the pub and faith in the fact I was a good girl soon stopped his willingness to do that even and soon we would get the last bus home around 10.50 which was a big concession from my parents. We’d also visit the local “Young Farmers” events in the surrounding villages most of the time driven there by Hanna’s older sister and then collected by her. Susan was great and told me how I should make the most of my great figure, which was a shock because I always thought I didn’t have one.
One Saturday Susan took us shopping in Hanley the closest “big town” and bought Hanna and I several pairs of lacy but very small knickers. I was also bought a very short skirt and a top that not only fell off my shoulders but didn’t cover my stomach either. I could borrow a pair of her shoes as well the next time we went out. The skirt was so short and the top so flimsy there was no way I’d be let out of the house wearing it so it was agreed I’d leave it at the farm and change there, which was something I soon got used to.
The very first time I put it on my tights came up to my bra and the top didn’t cover them so Susan told me to take them off and my bra as well as the straps made it look ugly. I was almost in tears taking the bra off because I’d only been wearing one for a few months and I was very conscious about being naked in front of them or at least topless turning so I had my back to them both. “You don’t need a bra Susan”, Susan told me. “You don’t sag and it looks so much better” she smiled. I was told time and again that “Oh I didn’t know you had legs” or “those go right up don’t they” which made me feel even more awkward. I stuck to Hanna like glue which really annoyed her so much she told me to leave her alone and even being asked to dance for the first time ever didn’t cheer me up and I wanted to go home thinking all the time people could see my flat chest.
One Friday night we were dropped off at the “Boys Club” and being naughty girls we met a friend of Hanna’s who took us to a local Pub (bad girls) where I discovered Port & Lemon which after 3-4 I didn’t mind men and they were men, not boys, commenting on my legs or asking if I was wearing a bra. The person who was buying them for me was called Alistair he has a soft Scottish accent and he even offered to walk me home which I told him was OK because I lived 3 miles away and would get the bus. As Hanna had long since gone, I thought I’d better go then and Alistair was kind enough to walk me to the bust stop.
My second kiss took place in the grounds of the local Collage of Further Education and how I got there I don’t know to this day. His breath was foul and smelly of a mixture of beer and cigarettes and it came from a man about 20 years older than me at least. Next to come was the hand under my crop top and onto my “small tits but good nipples though” as he put it, his hands were cold and he was lifting my top up. The not knowing what was happening was due 100% to the port & lemons and my inexperience which didn’t warn me I was very close to being raped. The kissing I didn’t like but it stopped once he found my nipples which as I was unable to do anything about it, he took that for my approval or at least compliance. He held my hands together and lifted them up and straight above my head his mouth sucking on one then the other nipple. His other hand found itself down to my skirt hem and then I felt it move up my leg. He lifted my hands further above my head and held them there this had the effect of lifting my top out of the way and exposed my breasts at the same time as holding me in position.
I remember trying to close my legs as if by instinct only to find his knee between them stopping me for doing so. He sucked on my nipples and I heard myself moaning, I also remember him saying “You like that don’t you, you like that don’t you, and open your legs, open your legs for me” which I wasn’t ready to do as I liking the attention my nipples were getting far too much. It wasn’t as if I had a choice as he used his own leg to push mine apart and with that his free hand was pulling my gusset to one side and he kicked my ankles making me move my feet away from each other. He released my hands from above my head and I put them around his head as he continued to suck my nipples which I was really starting to enjoy. I felt his fingers on my pussy and started to sober up. “Fuck you are tight” he told me as he tried to push his fingers inside me and I realised he was using his other hand to get his cock out. His fingers hurt me as he tried to force them into me with no finesse and it hurt me a lot. I reached down and tried to push him away and was just in time to feel his cum splat on the inside my thigh, saved by premature ejaculation.
I felt so scared at the time and yet he was more embarrassed than threatening at that point and just wanted to get away. It was too late to get the bus and with me close to tears he stood by his word and started to walk me home. On the way I didn’t speak just listened to him and his questions and comments “You have great legs, big nipples as well, you don’t have much hair (pubic) do you shave? After about a mile and a half he stopped and took me by the arm pulling me into entrance for the local council tip and behind a port-a-cabin. Turning me so my face was against the wall of the cabin he again reached under my top and again started to squeeze my breasts and most of all my nipples I tried to stop him but not very effectively and he took no notice lifting the back of my skirt while trying to release his cock at the same time.
“Fuck you have a great arse you bitch” he knew how to impress a girl I don’t think, “I think I’m going to fuck it for you, shit your fucking arse is fucking great” I couldn’t speak I should have screamed but I didn’t want anybody to know what was happening to me. I managed to turn around and face him and he started to suck my nipples and I had my hands on his head. Still I wanted to leave but at the same time I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t willing and tell people even though I wasn’t at all. His cock was free and he put it in my hand telling me to wank him saying “Get it hard you bitch, get it hard” I reached down and wanked him like I’d wanked Alan but hard was one thing this cock was never going to get, well not that time anyway.
He wanted me naked so off came the skirt, top and knickers which he put in his pocket. The first time a man had me naked was at the local tip how classy and still no erection maybe seeing me like that prevented it. He wanted me to suck his cock and tried to push my shoulders down and then my head. I thought about doing it, I’d seen Susan doing it and I knew men liked it but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. This made him angry with me although he didn’t want to show it and he told me to dress and didn’t speak a word to me about 50 yards closer to my village he waved down a taxi put me in it paid the driver and sent me home. The taxi driver tried to chat to me but I wasn’t very forthcoming as I got out of his cab, I heard him say “nice arse” it made me smile not realising until I reached my bedroom, I still had no knickers on.