Chapter 2: Teen Traumas 1978-9

Part 1: end of the affair

Laurent, my teen French lover came back for the next two summers until he went to university, after which I never saw him again. We still fucked like rabbits everywhere and every opportunity we got but never in the field. However, by the second year, 1978, I had plucked up the courage to go to a Family Planning Clinic and get a prescription for the pill, as I was 15 now and they were used to seeing young girls like me. So, summer of 1978 I finally got to feel what it was like to have a man cum inside my pussy, to feel his rod pumping into me, and to see his cum leaking out of me afterwards.

He also asked me to shave my pussy and that first time we did it together. He said he wanted my pussy to always look young and to always keep it shaved for ever. Which I have done ever since, although I switched to hair removal cream, waxing and laser treatments in adult life.

By the end of his stay that year, my mum was certain there was something going on between us, and I readily admitted that I had become very fond of him.!979 was our last summer together and we made the most of it. My parents just accepted that we were a couple, even taking us out together for a meal. Laurent by now had a car and so we went on long trips every day, always stopping at least twice to find a place to fuck, ideally outside as I had now lost my inhibitions about the field and, as I was 16 now, I was legal and, on the pill, so none of the farmers threats were valid anymore. I am sure we were seen fucking by some people but we did not care and for me it just heightened the thrill.

Half way through his stay I told my mum I wanted to sleep with Laurent at night and so would be moving into his bedroom with him and after some half-hearted arguments that Is what I did. For the first time in my life, I spent the whole night in bed, sometimes sleeping, with my lover and did that for sixteen consecutive nights.

By the time he left we both knew this was it. Our affair was done. He was going to university and I was going to school and eventually also to university to study French. I have always loved Laurent and owe him so much for shaping that young girl into an experienced lover. But by that last summer of 1979, I also had had my first British boyfriends in the UK, which I will tell you about now and had plans for my own French adventures.

Part 2: Wows and humiliation

During 1977 and the first part of 1978 I was celibate, no boyfriends and only my hairbrush, fingers, and the occasional banana to keep my pussy happy. However, after Laurent had gone, I decided I had to get on with my life and was open to having a regular boyfriend like other 15-year-old girls. But I also knew they had to be in their final year at school, so 18, as I really did not fancy boys the same age as me.

A couple of weeks into the new school term in early September, a nice boy from one of the top classes started to talk to me and finally asked me out, which I was happy with, and so we went on a couple of dates, just doing the things teenagers did in those days. It was our third date when we started to kiss and cuddle, and tentatively explore each other. I let him put his hand under my sweater and play with my breasts as we kissed, and eventually to push my bra up off my tiny tits so he could really feel my hard nipples.

I, in turn, rubbed the front of his jeans, feeling his cock getting rigid and pushing against my hand. But before too much of that he reached down and unzipped his jeans and his rampant cock, solid if not as big as Laurent, popped out. I took him in my small hand and began to wank him, slowly at first and then faster, long strokes that I knew Laurent had loved, and fast short ones. With no warning, but probably not unexpected, he suddenly shot his entire load of cum all over my hand and onto my jeans as well as his own. He did not seem to notice his mess but simply said “thanks I needed that – you are very good at it – have you done it before?” I did not reply but just started to clean myself up.

Date four was a Saturday afternoon and he invited me to his place as his parents had gone to an away football match and would be gone for hours. I guess I knew what was going to happen and he was hoping he knew what was going to happen! It was a nice warm, sunny September afternoon, so I wore a simple t-shirt over my tiny bra (although the pill had started to make the next bra size a probability very soon) and a light summer skirt with my usual little cotton panties.

When I arrived at his house, he was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, and taking me into the kitchen, came straight in for a long kiss. He then took my hand and led me back into the hall and started to go upstairs. “Where are we going?” I innocently asked, as he tugged my hand and just grinned at me.

We went into his bedroom – a teenage boy mess – and started kissing again before falling onto his unmade bed. Within seconds of landing, he had his hand under my t-shirt fondling my breasts, and within a minute he pulled it right up and off over my head. We were both giggling and laughing, and while there was no great subtlety about it, I was very happy to go with his flow as I had not had sex for three weeks and was definitely in the mood for some fun.

My little bra went next, after some fumbling on his part, and I pulled his t-shirt up and off for him, so we were both naked above the waist. His hungry mouth devoured my small breasts and chewed on my nipples, as I held his head to them and caressed his body with my other hand. It did not take long for one of his hands to descend to my thigh, push up under my skirt, and start to fondle my pantie-clad pussy.

Being quite brazen I said “Why don’t we get undressed properly so we can play and have fun?” He jumped at the chance, and as he stood up to take off his shorts and underpants, I removed my little skirt and laid back down again. “Do you want to help with the last piece?” I huskily whispered to him, as his erect cock bounced in front of him.

He needed no second asking and very quickly leaned over me to grip my panties and pull them rapidly down my legs, revealing everything to his lustful gaze. “Wow, you are shaved – that looks so gorgeous! I cannot wait to fuck that!” He obviously had the teenage boy’s way with romantic words but at least I knew what he wanted.

He laid back down on the bed with me and we restarted the kissing, fondling, and groping that we had briefly interrupted to lose our clothes. Very quickly fingers were inserted in wet shaven pussy and wet slippery cock was being pumped by a tiny hand.

“Do you want to wait longer or do you want to fuck me now?” I teasingly whispered in his ear.

“I will just get a condom” he stuttered, but I held him still and simply said “No need – I am on the pill.” All his heavens had come at once!

“Oh, Wow again” he cried and started to climb on top of me. I was still holding his cock and so guided him to my moist entrance, rubbing his cock head up and down my labia a few times then nestling it just at the door to my portal, before pulling my legs up beside him. “Now big boy – just fuck me.” Which he proceeded to do with lots of energy and not much technique. He simply thrust his very hard cock into me and, after a few moves to get the right position for himself, began to bang my poor pussy as hard as he could and as fast as he could. I did not try to slow him down or teach him how to do it better for me – I was just as ready to be banged as he was to do the banging. It was a disappointment but again not unexpected when he suddenly went rigid in me and his cock once more ejected a gushing oil well of teenage cum deep into my cervix. “Well at least you came in the right place this time and not on my clothes,” I laughed.

We then spent a fun afternoon exploring our bodies and trying new things (for him at least). I got two more “wows” that afternoon – the first when I let him go down on my wet pussy and eat me for at least twenty minutes, even getting him to discover my clitoris; and the second when I returned the compliment and gave him the best blow job he had ever had (assuming he had had one), before he entered me again and we finished the day with a long slow fuck.

A fun afternoon ended when his mum called to say they were on their way back, so I got dressed, kissed him goodbye and walked home, feeling well fucked if not totally satisfied. All was well until Tuesday morning when I went into school and all morning got strange looks and lots of smirking giggles from the other kids in my class.

When lunchtime came, two of my best friends called me over to them and asked me if I had heard what was being said about me. When I said no I had not, they told me in graphic detail what my new boyfriend had told all his mates on Monday, so by today it was all round the school.

Basically, he had told everyone that I was a sex mad slut with a shaven pussy and on the pill so I could fuck anyone any time. He told them I had asked him to strip me and then asked him to fuck me. That I had let him eat my pussy and then given him a blow job. And then I had let him fuck me in all different positions. In some perverted way it was all true but the humiliation was terrible and degrading. When the jokes started going round it got even worse – like that I was any bodies between kick off and final whistle, that I always said please and thank you even when my mouth was full, and my pussy was so smooth you could slide off if you were not anchored inside me. Thursday the degradation reached its lowest point.

In the showers after a hockey session, three girls who were older and bigger than me, trapped me in a cubicle and demanded to see my shaved pussy. They could see it already as I was naked but that was not what they meant. They grabbed me, pushed me to the floor, pulled my legs apart and took it in turns to pull my pussy lips apart and inspected every pink fold and flap, not just to see if I had really shaved every hair off, but also to see how big my hole was if I fucked as much as the stories said. They left me crying in a wet naked ball on the floor of the shower.

Friday morning a new story went round, spread by the three girls, that my pussy hole was gaping open from all the fucking I did (it was not) and that I must have been fucking for years to be gaping like that (which I had been but not gaping).

For the next couple of months, I just kept my head down, stayed out of trouble and avoided the ones who were still nasty to me. But in my own mind, laying in bed at night, I had this strange sense of pride that I was now notorious for being a good fuck.

Part 2: never trust the good guys

I decided to stay celibate again until, in early December, another 18-year-old boy, who everyone said was a decent guy, started to talk to me and once more invited me out. I asked him if he had heard the stories about me, did it worry him, and was he just trying to find out if it was all true. He denied the last and said he had heard the stories but knew they were lies because the guy I had fucked was a dickhead. Hesitantly I began to trust him and over the weeks to Christmas I saw him more regularly and, while he did not try anything, we did start kissing and embracing.

When New Year came, he invited me to the school party, and we had a lovely evening together. When it was time to leave, we walked to his car in the school carpark so he could drive me home. At the car we kissed and he pushed me back against the car and for the first time put his hands on me. I had a strapless party dress on and, as I put my arms round his neck and he was massaging my boobs with his eager hands, it slipped down just enough for both breasts to be released and for the nipples to stand erect in the cold winter air.

He reached behind me to open the car door but it was the back door he opened and quickly bundled me on to the back seat. Instantly we started kissing again until his mouth went to my nipples, when his hand also went down to my bare thigh, slid under my frock and straight up to my crotch. He soon had fingers in me and was kissing me, between munching on my nipples, so much so that I forgot all about my reputation and humiliation and let him take matters to a natural conclusion.

My panties came off with no resistance from me, his trousers and pants went down and no more than five minutes after landing in the car, his cock went deep into my hungry cunt that had been starved of cock for over three months. He was a much better fucker than the guy who betrayed me and took care for me to enjoy being fucked as well as getting his own pleasure from using me like that. After a satisfyingly long session he eventually ejaculated deep inside me and left me sitting in the back seat recovering as he drove me home, a little puddle of his cum pooling on my dress between my legs. I got out of the car, kissed him goodnight and walked to my front door, only then realising that his cum was still trickling down the inside of my thighs and my panties were still on the floor of his car.

I met him every day during the holidays and we managed to have more sex in his car, in carparks with people around, or parked up in laybys at the side of main roads with trucks and cars close by. All the things I was beginning to realise turned me on when having sex. One day near the end of the holiday I decided to give him a present, so as we sat at the back of a supermarket carpark I reached over and unzipped him. “Push them down a bit,” I suggested as I slipped my fingers around his already swelling cock. For the next thirty minutes I hardly came up for breath, as I used every trick I had learned with Laurent to bring my new boyfriend to a massive orgasm. When he reached the point of no return I went full deep throat on him, and felt him jetting his cum into my mouth and throat, not moving from him till I had taken and swallowed every drop of his lovely nectar.