This is a series of separate fictional erotic stories, but this particular one is an independent prequel to the 03 part of the series, the domino game and the part 07, what she's best at. If you want to follow Lynn's story in chronological order it is parts 08, 03 and 07. The series includes themes such as: dominant male, humiliation, non-consensual sex, exhibition and bondage. If you are not into these themes or find them offensive, please do not read further. If you are into these things, please put your hands in your pants and enjoy.
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NASTY TALES 08: A Sub is Born
A young woman sat at her desk in her room. The sky outside was cloudy, leaving the room dimly lit. Lynn had just finished writing her diary. So much had happened these past few weeks. For one, she had lost her virginity.
Lynn looked out the window and reminisced her first time again. She had done it two weeks ago with Kent, the most popular boy in her village. The experience hadn't been painful, but it had been awkward. Lynn re-read what she had written: "Dear diary, yesterday, at the age of 18 years and two months, I lost my virginity! As I wrote before, I was surprised that Kent, of all people, asked me to accompany him to the village spring festival. He looked so handsome when I met him there (those green eyes and blonde hair...) and we spent all day together, looking around the festival area. He complimented me about my dress many times. In the evening, when both of our parents and most of the elderly had gone home, he took my hand and led me behind the barn. Then he kissed me and I kissed him back. It felt good. Kent also touched me from many places. Quite soon, he laid me to the ground and pulled down my panties. I would have liked to kiss more, but somebody could have stumbled upon us at any moment so in that way I understand why he was in a hurry. When he pulled down his pants, well, it was the first time I saw a penis in erection. I didn't know they point upwards that much."
Lynn frowned a bit when she read on: "When Kent came on top of me, I was a bit scared, but spread my legs anyway. When he took my virginity it didn't really hurt and I didn't even bleed. He pushed his penis inside a few times and then I felt him ejaculate. I felt nothing. I'm a bit disappointed: is this how sex is supposed to feel like? Yet, it was the first time and I guess like with all things you need practice. However, it won't be with Kent because we decided to stop seeing each other. I guess he was just as embarrassed as I was."
One of the reasons Lynn's first time had been so hasty was that in their conventional village premarital relations weren't approved and especially young women easily lost their reputation if there was evidence of premarital sex. Losing reputation was a serious issue because it would ruin the changes of being wed to a good family, and in the simple, poor Brutopidian village a good marriage was a lifeline securing your future and survival. Of course, in reality, most young adults in the village had sex before marriage. The boys learned the best places to sneak out to, and the girls learned to cook a drink from a plant they called "love root" in order to avoid unwanted pregnancy and scandal. Unbeknownst to them, this was exactly what their parents and grandparents had done in the past.
Lynn finished reading the entry and her thoughts shifted to a smaller event earlier in the spring that still made her blush. It was so embarrassing she didn't even want to write about it in her diary. It had been shortly after her 18th birthday. The girls had been swimming at a nearby lake. As usual, most of them used old clothes for swimming; worn t-shirts and faded shorts were a common sight as only a few lucky ones could afford to a swimsuit. Lynn lived nearby so she just always left her actual clothes home and wore her "swimsuit", her sister's old T-shirt and shorts all the way to the lake and back. That day, on the way home, she had encountered her father's friend, John, who had greeted her happily and chatted with her about the weather for at least ten minutes. Color rose to her cheeks as she thought of that encounter. How she could have been so stupid?
The day after Lynn had shared her feelings with her best friend, Elvira. Elvira was a year older than her and more experienced in every way. She had seen the world outside their village because she worked in a nearby town. Elvira was also more experienced sexually. She was popular with men because of her pretty face, beautiful curly red hair and brisk, straightforward attitude. Without her, Lynn wouldn't have known anything about the relationships between men and women.
That day Lynn had mentioned the encounter with her father's friend to Elvira. Lynn cringed as she repeated the conversation in her head.
"Elvira, I have to tell you about one thing that was weird. My father's friend, John, you remember him, one with really blue eyes and gray beard, yesterday I met him on the road back home from swimming. Usually he just grunts something when I greet him and goes his way, but this time he actually came talk to me! I wonder why that is?"
Elvira raised her eyebrows, sighed and looked at Lynn with a disappointed expression on her face.
Then she asked, "So, you were walking there wearing only shorts and your sister's old wet T-shirt that is way too tight for you and you wonder why John was suddenly so eager to talk to you?"
"Ummm... yeah?" Lynn replied, still oblivious about where the conversation was heading.
"It's because of your massive knockers, you numbnuts," sighed Elvira.
In a way, that moment had marked the end of Lynn's sexual innocence. She had been extremely conscious of her large breasts since she was a teenager, but at that moment she had truly realized what kind of sexual effect they had on men. True, the boys had teased her about "melons in her shirt" already at high school, but it had been a really childish, innocent way of teasing. If there had been a sexual undertone before, she never had noticed it.
Now, as Lynn sat her desk deep in her thoughts, she was painfully aware that even men her father's age and even older could look at her "that way". After Elvira's outburst she had become increasingly self-aware of how tight her hand-me-down shirts and dresses inherited from her sister actually were and how her tits and long nipples stretched the fabric even through her bra, leaving no secrets about her body shape. She also started to notice small things. Like how the older men of the village would stare at her as she was rushing around, running errands for her father's store. Or how many of her old classmates would approach her eagerly if they met her at the market and tried to keep up the conversation as long as they could while standing unusually close to her. And - at this point Lynn felt a weird feeling in her stomach - how John would visit her father and ask her to pour some coffee while shamelessly keeping his eyes fixed on her chest.
Finally, Lynn's thoughts returned to the present. Only a week after the awkward tryst with Kent, she had found a new romance in the most unexpected place. She had gone to borrow some eggs from the neighboring Johnson's farm and had ended up in a rather steamy kissing session with Clark, of all people. She had known Clark all her life, they were the same age and to her he had always been a boy next door. Yet, both had grown up and when they met each other that day in the farm's kitchen both had liked what they were seeing. Quite spontaneously, they had taken the chance to explore each other, kissing and touching each other over the clothes. And tonight, she would have a rather risky meeting with him.
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Lynn was still laying in her bed, but her heart was already pounding fast. She was waiting for her sister, Lilian, to fall asleep. However, accidentally waking her sister up while sneaking out wasn't her main concern. She knew Lilian would never rat about her as she had done exactly the same thing a couple of years ago - and more often than once. What concerned Lynn more was that Clark wouldn't be sleeping alone in his room either.
The Johnson brothers were jokingly called "the Latino Brothers" in the village, because both of them were quite dark-complexed naturally, had curly dark hair and dark brown eyes. Most of the girls and women didn't mind the nickname though, because both brothers were tall and had strong physique due to working at their family farm.
Because of their similar looks the Johnson brothers were often mistaken for twins by strangers. However, they couldn't have been more different inside. Ian, the older brother, was quiet and it seemed as if he had an intrinsic mistrust of people as he usually stared at them with a suspicious, almost intimidating look. He was also all too well-known for his short fuse. Clark, on the other hand, got along with everyone and always greeted people with an open, friendly look in his brown eyes. It was gossiped that he would be the one inheriting the farm despite him being three years younger than his brother.
However, tonight the secret meeting between Lynn and Clark relied on another characteristic of Ian: his infamous talent of sleeping like a log through anything; thunderstorms, drunken villagers yelling during the Harvest festival and even a jug of water poured on his head. Lynn heard her sister's peaceful breathing now and looked outside. The full moon was high up in the night sky. It was time to go.
Lynn felt wet grass on her bare feet as she scurried across the lawn. She was only wearing a long white T-shirt she used as her night gown and a pair of panties underneath. There was no need to dress up as she would be undressing soon enough. Lynn felt a tinge of excitement as she finally arrived at the Johnson's house. She and Clark had decided that it would be safer for her to sneak in through the small upstairs window rather than for him to risk sneaking out through the front door. The upstairs window was open. It was a sign that the coast was clear.
With utmost care, Lynn climbed a ladder next to the window and stepped into the room like a shadow. The room smelled like - well what one would imagine a small room inhabited by two young men would smell like. Lynn stopped and looked around. In the moonlight, she could see the shapes of furniture quite well. Everything was quiet except for heavy breathing from the bottom bunk bed. Ian seemed to be sleeping soundly. Still, Lynn's heart pounded like a caged bird as she tiptoed across the floor and climbed the small ladder to the top bunk as fast as she could.
"Hi, honey," whispered Clark with a slightly breathless voice and planted a long kiss on her lips that shortly turned into a passionate French kiss.
Lynn could make out Clark's face and bare chest in the dim light of the room. Wasting no time, he pulled up her shirt, exposing her bare breasts and perky nipples that had already turned hard in the cold air outside.
"Oh god," Clark moaned as he put his hands on Lynn's breasts.
"Your tits are just divine."
Lynn didn't quite know how to respond to that, and she didn't have to as Clark whispered to her with urgency in his voice, "Could you please touch my dick now!"
Lynn slid her hand along Clark's bare chest until she felt the top of his boxer briefs. She slid her hand a bit lower and felt a large bulge stretching the briefs. She touched him, feeling the shape of his rigid penis through the fabric. Suddenly, she felt a large wet stain forming under her fingers.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry! I-I just got so horny," Clark groaned and went on, "Can we start over?"
"Of course, it's okay," Lynn comforted him.
