They were retired farmers, had plenty of money, so they took the grand k**s to California for the summer and to Disneyland several times. We bought a new modular home and had it placed, where else, on his parents. I accepted them even though his mom, their grandmother, had spoiled them rotten. I then found out he had two c***dren by a previous marriage. I could tell right away he was a mommy’s boy. He then and only then introduced me to his parents, where he was living. After a short while, he asked me to marry him and we drove to Missouri and got married there. I never thought at the time why we didn’t go to a motel or something. I lost my virginity right there in a room at the YWCA. We had a whirlwind romance, and he was my first sex partner. He was muck older than me, in fact he was 29 at the time. I was 18 at the time and I met an older guy who swept me off my feet. Needless to say, I was a naive young farm girl unaccustomed to big city ways. I got a room at the YWCA and made friends with lots of girls about my own age there. I attended a business school and then left for the big city to live. Was I glad to move out and be on my own after high school. I soon decided that wasn’t for me and I came back home. So much so in fact, that I took the train to Milwaukee, Wisconsin in my junior year to visit a convent.
It was my responsibility to watch all of my younger siblings. I was the oldest c***d, so I acted as the surrogate mother at home. I grew upon on a small Midwest farm and went to Catholic schools when I was growing up. Sex Stories, Erotic Stories, Porn Stories, XNXX Stories, Adult Stories, XXX StoriesĪuthor: soparkcouple, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster If I let you do it, that has to be enough.The Day I Became A Cum Slut - Sex Stories “This isn’t about getting something you want, remember? This is about what I want. You take your hand and touch me on my other side, just the way I do. “Now, I’m going to touch myself, okay? With my right hand. She pulled the covers back, laid herself face up on the sheet, and patted the side of the bed by her hip for me to sit. She took my hand and led me to her single bed. It wasn’t penis shaped or anything, more like an oversized lipstick, but it was smooth and pink and it gave me a little thrill to touch it. She opened her top dresser drawer and took out a small dildo. “And you won’t tell? And you won’t ask for something back?” I stammered a yes, then swallowed, and said I would do anything.
If I ask you to do something, and I tell you exactly what to do, will you do it for me? Just the way I want? Without asking for something back?” “Sometimes, well, one time, I let my boyfriend help me. “There’s something I do to relax at night,” she said, “after I turn the lights out.” She hesitated. “Touch… touch myself where?” I stammered. “Do you ever… touch yourself?” she asked. That tingling in my pussy was definitely getting stronger, and it felt real good. I was touching Linda Sue’s breast! I thought I was in heaven. More importantly, I could feel the other nipple rise under the hand that was touching her. I could just see her light brown aureoles through her nighty, and I could see her nipple get hard on the breast I wasn’t touching. I’ll probably never know why for sure, but she took my hand and put it on her breast. Maybe she was flattered, maybe she was just horny (she had a boyfriend, but he was away). I had looked at Linda Sue with total adoration anyway, but now I was staring at her girl parts, and feeling something stir in mine. This wasn’t just a vague Feeling, it was localized. For the first time, I felt a tingling in my twat. I blushed, but I just couldn’t look away. I could see the shape of her mound, even the shape of her pussy lips, a little. I’d seen her in a bathing suit before, but this was different it was summer, and hot, and her nightie was thin and white, and with the light behind her, it was like she had nothing on. It was the first time I had seen her in a nightie. This year, I guess because she knew that I was 18, she let me hang out until she was actually ready to go to bed. I got butterflies just thinking about it. She took it as her due, and after the days’ activities she would sometimes let me hang around and do things for her: paint her nails, brush her hair… God how I loved brushing her long blond hair at night when she got ready for bed. I thought she was So Beautiful, and I followed her around like a puppy Rocky. Not much bigger than average, but perfect. Linda Sue was pretty and confident and had long blonde hair and really, really nice breasts.