You can't pick your parents. Mine were bummers. My lot was to be treated like slave labor around the farm. As soon as I graduated from high school, I purchased an automobile so that I could drive to town, where I soon had two jobs, so that I would spend the least time possible on that damn farm.
Dating was new to me. Until I got my own car, the only time that I went to town was with one of my parents. My first boyfriend was John Cowden, once a star football player at another school in the area. Now, a police officer, he was well known around town. One of my jobs was at a local insurance agency. The other girls there commented on how attractive that he was. He asked me out. One date led to another. Summer led to fall.
One day we were at his house. His parents had taken a trip to Florida for a week. We were petting on his couch. During past dates, I had allowed him to fondle my breasts. He kissed and sucked them. It didn't feel all that nice, since they were very tender. His hand slid down to the front of my skirt. It rested on my pussy. I pushed his hand away.
"Johnny, let's just kiss and hug."
"Oh Baby, we have been going steady for two months now. I am so horny for you."
It was nice to be wanted. I so craved affection.
He kissed me again, as his hand caressed my thigh. I did not push it away. He placed his hand under my skirt. I stopped it from advancing to my pussy, but let it stay there.
The room felt warm. I was conscious of my pussy. He rubbed my breasts again. My head went back. He kissed my neck, while rubbing my stomach, hips. Now his hands were on my skirt covering my pussy. I closed my eyes. My mouth was open. His hand was slowly rubbing up and down. I could not help it. My legs opened wide as the passion in me grew. Pressing against me, he put me on my back. My panties were pulled to one side.
His cock was placed at the entrance to my pussy. He pushed his ass forward. Nothing happened. He put both hands under my fanny. He was on me completely. He thrust hard.
"Oh God, that hurts. You have to stop."
He tried to thrust into me again. No dice.
"Wait, stop. You are hurting me."
He slowly rolled off me. His face was red. He was panting.
When he recovered, we went back to petting. The next day, he again brought me to his parent's home. I knew that he would want to try to fuck me again.
After we had eaten some popcorn, drank a coke, he took me to his bedroom. I did not resist when he undressed me. Whatever sex was, I wanted to try some. Johnny undressed. He took out a condom. I stared at his cock as he rolled the condom on.
After a short time playing with my breasts, he tried to finger me, sometimes hard enough to make me cry out.
As he lowered himself onto me, he said, "I am going to push hard enough to get into you today. No matter what."
I was afraid. It hurt badly. But, suddenly he slid in. He was beet red from the effort. I lie there with my eyes open looking at the ceiling. What is the big deal with this? Once he was in, I could feel him move in me. It did not feel good. It did not turn me on. He cum. We kissed and petted. He washed his cock. Put another condom on, and fucked me again.
From then on, he fucked me every time we dated, except when my "Red Friend" was visiting. I now enjoyed being fucked. Some weekends, he would enter me ten, or more times. Over the next five years, he fucked me, I would guess, at least two hundred times a year, for a total of one thousand fucks. As luck would have it, he always wore a condom, so I did not become pregnant.
He was a pompous, self-centered, arrogant, "Prima Donna." He proposed to me. Two days later, I gave him the ring back. I knew that he was not right for me.
With only one days notice to my parents, I left to take a job in a small New England city. There were four promiscuous girls in the apartment that I shared. For the first four months, I kept to myself. No one knew me, so I had no dates.
One night, Kathy's boyfriend showed up with one of his guy friends. Kathy approached me. "Linda, Danny's buddy, Jack Whalen is here with him. We are going to the "Red Dog," (A local dive.) Want to come along? I gladly agreed to go with them.
The "Red Dog" was mobbed. It was shoulder to shoulder, with smoke so thick that you could hardly see. Right away, Jack put his arm around me. He was just a guy to me. Average height, looks and personality. Just a date to pass the evening with. A couple times, I felt his hand caress my ass. Johnny had conditioned me to let men feel me, so I let it pass.
We were all drunk when we returned to the apartment. At first, we sat on the two couches in the living room. Kathy and Danny were pawing each other. It was obvious that they would soon be in her bed. Kathy had a lot of boy friends. They all ended up in her bed.
That put Jack in sort of a bind. He had come in Danny's car, so if Danny spent the night, then Jack would too. I had no intention with letting him fuck me. Hell, I hardly knew the guy. Kathy and Danny left the room.
"Look, Jack, I have some things to do in the morning, so I am going to bed. You can crash on one of the couches."
Jack mumbled with drunken slurred speech. "Ya, sure, I'm okay."
I went down the hall to my room. Took off my blouse and skirt. Put on my robe, and walked into the bathroom for a shower, plus to put my hair up in rollers.
To my surprise, when I walked into my bedroom, there was Jack under my covers. I stopped. What the hell will I do now? I'm not going to sleep on the couch. I knew that he was there with the intention of fucking me. I was not on the pill. Had never used the pill. Johnny used condoms. Remember? I thought that it would be a safe time of month, so I crawled under the covers with him. He might have fallen asleep while I was in the bathroom? Even if he fucked me, he would probably cum shortly, so I could be asleep soon.
Two things. One, he was very intoxicated which prevented him from cuming for over thirty minutes. Thirty minutes is a very long time to have a man fuck you when he is a young, strong, guy, in good shape. Second, It had been four months since I had sex. It was the first time that I had been without sex in over five years. Jacks finger felt good when he inserted it in me. He smelled of beer and smoke. He kissed my neck. I turned my lips away from him. He slid on me. One hand found my cunt lip, spreading them. The head of his cock was put in. He shifted his weight, as he opened my legs wide. His shoulder pinned me. He grabbed both cheeks of my ass, as he pumped his cock in me.
He never said a word. I was only a fuck to him, as he was to me. He thrust with long steady strokes, in and out of me. He kept going and going. I could feel the tingling in my spine. My belly and pussy started to feel really good. I thrust my pussy towards his descending cock to speed up the tingling. It became urgent.
"Now, Fuck, Fuck," I demanded as I was shaken by the intensity of my arousal.
Jack never missed a beat, as his cock plunged in and out of me. He shuttered as he pumped his cum in me. He stayed in place. Soon, he was fucking me again. I cum again. By now I was beat, panting, from the effort. Jack cum a second time then stopped.
We both fell asleep. Around five, I got up to pee. It woke him. He peed. When he crawled into bed, he got between my legs.
"Not now Jack. I need some sleep."
As I was saying the word sleep, his cock was thrust into me. He thrust, I responded. We both cum. Sleep at last. I never let Jack in my bed again. As luck would have it, I did not get pregnant.
It was another three months before I was involved with another man by the name of Tom Lambert, who is now my husband. One of the men in my office was a friend of Tom. They drank coffee at a local coffee shop. Several times, I had spoken to them both when I went to buy coffee for the girls at the office. Tom, I thought, was happily married.
He did not seem to pay attention to me, or any other women for that matter. What I did not know was that he was in the process of getting a divorce. As luck would have it, we were both invited to a party. I got so drunk that I passed out. Since he knew me vaguely, he offered to drive both Kathy, who was also drunk, and I back to our apartment.
A month later, he was returning to his office at 11:41 PM, just as Kathy and I were coming down the street on our way to the "Red Dog." We took his briefcases from him. Put those in his car, while each of us held one of his arms. He was "Kidnapped," and taken to the "Red Dog."
I studied him during the evening. He was big, soft-spoken, smooth, considerate, funny, and completely at ease with who and what he was. This was a new breed of cat for me. During the evening, Kathy asked him about his marriage, since we both had noticed that he was at the party alone.
"Just divorced."
"Why did you guys split?"
