So Mr. Abbot had obviously told Mr. Day that he'd made me suck on his cock, and that I'd done it and swallowed his cum. That he'd treated me like a cheap little tart and I'd behaved like one. Everything had been the same, down to the money pushed into my panties, being told to slut myself up for them, being given the money to do that. I was frightened, ashamed, humiliated......but excited too, in a fearful kind of way. I had liked it, sucking cock, being treated like a slut, seeing, smelling, tasting their sperm. Were they especially good friends, so much so that Mr. Abbot had decided to share me? If not, how many men had he told? How many would Mr. Day tell? Just how many of my father's friends would end up fucking my mouth? It was frightening to think about. What if my father found out, what if he confronted them, what if they said, your daughter's a cum drinking whore, she liked it. What then? What if my father went to the police and complained, I'd have to make a statement, go to court, testify. Tell a whole room full of people how I'd been made to suck cock, that they'd cum in my mouth, over my face. Just how awful and humiliating would that be? Please, please, please let it just be Mr. Abbot and Mr. Day, I didn't mind, I liked it, it frightened but excited me, I'd be a cheap little teen slut for them, but it had to stay secret.
Unbeknown to me elderly neighbour Gerald had arrived, again. Again he told my father exactly what he'd seen, how I had admitted to being a slut and proved it. How I'd willing sucked on Mr. Day's balls, licked them, lapped my sluttish pink tongue all over them. How I had wanked him off all over my whore face, how I'd held my mouth open to drink his cum. Gerald said, I think a father should know when his own friends are turning his little girl into a whore. I'm not enjoying this, I'm doing my duty! My father again, said nothing, did nothing.
The whole thing was turning into a nightmare and it wasn't my fault. It had been made very clear to me that they expected mini skirts, high heels, lots of makeup, sexy panties, not my little girl cotton ones. They'd even given me the money to buy it all, and Mr. Day had been very firm with me, threatening almost. But if I bought what they wanted, dressed and madeup the way they wanted, insisted, what about my parents? What were they going to say when I wanted to go out looking like a cheap whore? I couldn't take sexy clothes with me and change. The wife would welcome me into the house dressed as a schoolgirl, more or less, and come home to find me parading around like some kind of spunk magnet. My mind was in a whirl, it seemed to me that displeasing my parents was the lesser of two evils, I was feeling very uncertain, but I took myself to the mall, it was open on Sunday.
I knew exactly what shoes I wanted, I had admired them for ages. Black patent leather courts with a five inch heel! I tottered over to a mirror and even in this skirt, just wow! I definitely had to have them, they were expensive, but hey, not my money. I picked out some slutty little skirts, very pretty panties, frilly, lacy, silky, sexy. I bought some sheer pantyhose in black and in suntan, just in case that's what was wanted. Then I went to the makeup counter and maxed out, anything and everything that caught my eye, some of it I was definitely going to have to practice with. I was still exceptionally nervous, but really excited spending all this money! And you know what, if my parents stopped me from going out for ever and a day, I was still going to have all this stuff! To be honest, I had no real idea of what middle aged men thought was slutty, this was my idea of what they thought a little tart should wear. I just hoped I was right, I had been told, spend it wisely. I went to a cubicle and tried on a tight little black skirt and of course, my new shoes. Oh, this was slutty alright, I couldn't believe how long my legs looked, they just went on and on! I turned this way and that, bent over a little and looked in the mirror over my shoulder, definitely panty showing. I was going to have to learn to walk in these heels though, I hadn't realised how difficult they were going to be.
Madeup, dressed up, just the small matter of presenting the new me to my parents. They are going to throw an absolute fit. Well, my mother was predictably horrified, which didn't surprise me at all. My father did surprise me, a lot. Mother was icy cold and furious, father was, displeased perhaps would describe it, but he said, if you must make a spectacle of yourself, go ahead. That I was not expecting. I don't know who mother was more furious with, me or my father. In the end he said, it's a phase, the more fuss you make, the worse she'll be, just let her get on with it. Mother was not convinced. I paraded around for long enough for them to 'get used to it' and went back to my room. That had actually gone better than I had thought, I wasn't expecting my father to take that attitude.
Monday I had a babysitting booking from Mrs. Abbot, again. God I was nervous. I wore a tiny, tight, black skirt, no pantyhose, a little pair of hot pink frilly panties, black bra, thin white blouse and of course, the high heels. I was made up to the nines, false eyelashes, lip liner, everything. My mother took one look at me and said, no, I'm not taking you looking like that, it's shameful. I said, OK, I'll get a cab then. Let us just say there was an altercation. In the end my father said, just take her and have done with it. So she did and not a word spoken on the way there.
Mrs. Abbot opened the door and for a moment I didn't think she was going to let me in! She kept looking at me and saying well, well and then trailing off. Mr. Abbot completely ignored my appearance, he was just as taciturn as he was the last time. They left and I spent the entire evening with my stomach turning over in fearful anticipation. I can't describe how frightened and yet excited I am. When I heard their car pull up on the drive my heart started beating so hard I could see the front of my blouse actually moving. Just as last time Mr. Abbot said he would drive me home, Mrs. Abbot didn't say anything but she didn't look very happy.
Again we parked under the oak tree. He hadn't spoken to me or touched me, he had completely ignored my presence, Now he said, get into the back seat, I want to take a good look at what we've bought. I did as I was told.
He growled at me, spread your thighs you little slut. My heart was absolutely pounding, I was literally gasping through fear and excitement, I started to open my thighs as he'd instructed. As I spread them he started to slap the inside of them, saying spread them you whore. I was panting harder, each time I tried to obey him he slapped the insides of my thighs, first one, then the other. The effect was to rock me back and forth on the seat and actually close them again, he paused in his assault just long enough for me to spread myself in front of him. My tight little skirt rode up almost to my hips and of course all of my long legs were on display and my pretty, frilly pink panties. He absolutely drank in the sight, he moved closer and started stroking my legs, every now and then he ran his fingers over my cunt, stroking it through my panties. I was wet, I didn't know if I had soaked through them yet, but I knew it wouldn't be long and he'd be able to feel and see my shame. That excited me even more. He lent into me and said, open your fucking mouth, you whore, I want to lick around inside it. I tremulously opened my heavily lipsticked mouth for him and he did exactly that, delving his broad masculine tongue into my mouth, licking all the way around it. I kept very still, he hooked a finger over my chin and opened my mouth wider, licking from different angles, making sure he had invaded and explored my open gasping mouth to entirety. At the same time he slid his hand into my panties and slowly pushed a finger into my wet, clinging cunt. I know I made a little mewing sound, he grunted, he started to finger fuck me, he withdrew his tongue from my mouth and said, now suck on it you slut, then he really started to french me. I sucked down on his tongue, sucking it, licking at it with my own wet, slender, feminine tongue, I did what an assertive boyfriend had taught me, every now and then I gently nipped at his tongue with my teeth, every time I did it he grunted and pushed himself at me. He kept working on my tight, wet, little cunt, I was mewing more now, starting to tremble, little electric shocks running through my clit right up inside my cunt. He dragged his tongue out of my so willing mouth and took his hand out of my panties, my thighs were literally shivering with excitement.
He made me kneel on the seat while he undid his trousers, exposing his very hard cock and full balls to me, I wanted to suck on it, but I wanted more than that, I wanted his fingers back in my cunt. He said, suck my cock you whore, I felt so used, so abused, humiliated and degraded and it drove my excitement to even higher levels. He had positioned himself facing me, half on the car seat with a supporting foot on the floor. I had to lower myself to suck his cock, my ass was pushed up in the air, I imagined what the scene would look like to a man standing outside the car, what a dirty little slut I would look. Part of me feared that, another part of me wanted that to happen, another man witnessing my degradation, the thought excited me even more. I licked around the head of his cock, sliding my tongue around the ridge where the head met his shaft, getting my sluttish tongue into that groove, lapping at it, harder then softer, then harder. He grunted and called me a cock sucking whore. It must have been very sensitive because after a while he couldn't stand it any longer, He pulled me up by my ponytail and shoved his cock in my mouth, he started face fucking me. Having his cock fucked down my throat hurt, stretching my throat like that, but it excited me too, his total dominance of me. He was panting and groaning out obscenities, cunt, whore, cock sucker, slut, I was trembling, it wouldn't take very much for me to cum and I did so want to.
Then something happened that put a stop to that, it gave me the scare of my life. The rear passenger door behind me opened, I panicked, I tried to sit up, get the cock out of my mouth, I was almost frantic. Mr. Abbot wouldn't let me, he held me very firmly and with his cock lodged deep in my mouth I couldn't move. I was whimpering again but not with excitement, it was fear. I heard a voice behind me say, fuck, look at that, grade A slut. Mr. Abbot laughed, he said, I told you didn't I Howard, I told you the little cunt was sucking cock. My tight skirt was fully exposing my legs and panty clad ass to this new man, I felt him exploring my long thighs, stroking them, squeezing them, running his fingers over my panties, between my spread legs. He said, you told me and I didn't believe you, fancy Charlie's daughter being a cock sucking little tramp. Then he said, the slut is loving it, her panties are wet through, it was so humiliating. Mr. Abbot told me to get back working on his cock, I was to show 'Howie' what a good whore I was. I started sucking again, being obedient, but I was still frightened, still very nervous of this man I couldn't see. He started to peel down my wet pink panties, he said, oh look at this slut's cunt, absolutely fucking naked, not a hair on it, and wet, the bitch is streaming juice. I knew I was, but having him see it and talk about me like that was so sordid, so exciting, he was going to fuck me and I wanted him to.
Mr. Abbot pushed me into position for Howie to stand outside the car and still reach me, I could hear him getting his cock out, I was trembling with excitement. He said, the bitch's cunt has opened up, she needs a cock. He fucked the head of his cock into my cunt, just a couple of inches of it. I moaned round the cock in my mouth, I couldn't help it. Howie leaned over and said in my ear, do you like that? Do you like my cock in your dirty little fuck hole? Mr. Abbot pulled his cock out of my mouth, I almost felt bereft, I so needed to suck on it. He said, answer the nice man. My voice shook, I said yes Sir. Mr. Abbot slapped my blushing face with his hard cock, he said, all of it, say all of it. I did what they wanted, I said, I love having your cock in my dirty little fuck hole. As soon as I had said it they both shoved their cocks into me, mouth and cunt packed full of cock, I so nearly came, I so badly wanted to. They both fucked me, humping their cocks deep into my throat and cunt, I was pushed and pulled between them like a rag doll, all the time they were grunting out dirty and degrading names, whore, slut, cock sucker, cum dump, dirty degrading things that made me tremble with excitement. Howie stopped fucking me and pulled back slightly, I whined in frustration, then I felt him start to spread my ass. God, I couldn't believe what he was doing to me, no one had ever seen my private little hole before, but he had my ass spread wide and he was examining it. I was blushing and shaking with excitement and mortification. He said, Oh, you should see this whore's asshole, sugar fucking pink and looks like it could take the skin right off your cock. Mr. Abbot said, we'll swap round in a while, you need to try her mouth, she's getting really good with it, I'll look at her asshole then. It shocked me, I don't know why but when Howie pushed a finger up my ass, it shocked me, he didn't finger fuck me, he just pushed half a finger length up my ass and left it there. I was trembling and shaking, mewing and whimpering, so, so close. I listened to them, how tight my ass was, how good my throat was, what a tight, wet, sluttish cunt I had. Howie was grunting and humping deep, He said, I'm close, let me have her, he pulled my mouth off of the cock and pulled my face back towards his, he said, open your mouth you fuckpig. I opened it for him and he fucked his cock hard, in and out of me, he said, cunt, then he slowly spat into my open mouth, he drooled a long stream of spit into my mouth. I shook, deep tremors running through me, Mr. Abbot started wanking himself, he said give me some of that, he leant forward and spat over my face and in my mouth, both of them doing it to me. I came and came on the cock in my cunt, I swallowed and opened my mouth for them again. I could feel Howie's cock jerking, shooting thick sperm deep into my whore cunt, Mr. Abbot shot his spunk all over me, over my thighs, skirt, blouse, even over my throat. I felt completely used, weak at the knees, emotionally and physically exhausted, I had never been used like that or cum like that either. Despite being in that state neither of them was satisfied until I had sucked their cocks clean and of course they were right to insist upon it, serving cock is what a girl like me is for.
So I lay on my bed thinking about how I had just been used as, well, some kind of street whore. As I got out of the car he had said about next time. Next time I was to wear a shorter skirt, higher heels, more makeup. Next time. Mr. Abbot was quite obviously planning to do this to me again, make me suck on his cock, cum in my mouth. Treat me like his own teen bitch. What to do? If they rang again, how could I get out of it? What could I say to my parents, other than, Mr. Abbot raped my mouth, shot his spunk into it, made me swallow it and called me a bitch? It was so shaming.
Just then the doorbell rang, my heart nearly stopped, it was so late, who could it be, what was it about? My guilty conscience was working overtime, it couldn't be about what had happened, anyway I hadn't done anything wrong, I'd been forced, raped. I knew and Mr. Abbot knew, no one else and it wasn't likely to be him, was it. I say Charles, I just wanted to complain about your daughter's cock sucking skills, they weren't up to much. Even so, it was; odd.
Unbeknown to me the following was taking place. My father answered the door and was a little surprised to find, Gerald, our elderly neighbour standing there. Father asks if everything is alright, does he need some help? Gerald is being, mysterious, he says, It's a little awkward, I wonder if I could have a word in private. My father is puzzled but leads Gerald into his study, they both sit down, my father looks expectantly. Gerald begins, haltingly to explain. He was out for a late summer evening stroll, he was in the shadow of the oak tree when a car pulled up. He told what he had seen, John Abbot pushing his cock into my mouth, face fucking me. He told how the car windows were open, how he heard me being called a bitch. He said, well, I hate to tell you, but the little bitch appeared to be quite willing in the end, she certainly started to really suck on his cock, I could hear her slurping on it. He went on to say that John Abbot had certainly unloaded his cum in my mouth, he could tell by the grunting and hearing me swallowing all that thick sperm. He said, I'm sorry to have to tell you, but if I were in a court of law, I'd have to say she was reluctant in the beginning but certainly seemed to be a willing bitch by the end. My father just sat there, he didn't know what to say, his little Princess being used like that. Gerald just leaves and lets himself out. I'm sure his old cock had been hard, watching and listening, maybe it was hard describing my sluttishness to my father.
The next day I noticed my father observing me, I can't explain it, but it wasn't normal. It made me very nervous, did he know something? How could he? Was it me, was my behaviour odd in some way? I tried to forget about it but of course being forced to suck cock was at the forefront of my mind and my father's odd behaviour wasn't exactly helping. Later that day, in the afternoon, my mother said, Mrs. Day just called, apparently her husband has got last minute tickets for a show. They want you to babysit. She looked quite pleased, she said, you're proving quite popular. I was too distracted to feel anything really, except mild annoyance, babysit Friday night, babysit Saturday night, when did I get some fun? There was nothing for it though, it would have to be done.
So Saturday night found me babysitting at the Day house. I was dressed and made up very similarly to Friday. The job was harder, the children were older, they required more attention, wanted to be played with. I was pleased when the parents returned home, again it was late, nearly one in the morning. I asked for a cab home but Mr. Day, who was friendly, wouldn't hear of it, my dear. I'll give you a lift, that way I'll be positive you're all safe and sound. Mr. Day was nothing at all to look at, a fat round face, balding, tubby body, not like Mr. Abbot at all. He was also friendly, talkative, again, not like Mr. Abbot. I felt quite safe as he drove me home.
My stomach absolutely lurched, turned over, as he pulled up underneath the oak tree. He reached for me, grasping my ponytail very firmly, again I protested, no, leave me alone, don't! He got his hard cock out and said, you sucked Abbot and now you are going to suck me, you're just a little bitch. He pulled my young face down to his middle aged cock, it was big, fat. He rolled the foreskin back and showed me the fat bulbous head of his swollen cock, he adjusted himself and pulled his bloated balls out into the open. He said, there's a lot of cock cream in there for you bitch. The size of his cock intimidated me, the change in his behaviour intimidated me. He sounded angry, fierce. As my face reached his cock, I opened my mouth, I didn't need to be told what to do, I just knew that I had to placate this angry powerful man. I had to help release the pressure in his full balls. I dropped my mouth over his fat, cockhead and started to suck, I worked my mouth up and down his cock, just a few inches, swirled my tongue round it, I even tried to lap inside the cum slit in his cock, anything to please him. He pulled my mouth off his cock and said, do my balls, lick and suck them, bitch. I did as I was ordered, His balls were big, I sucked on one at a time, then I licked round them, alternating between sucking and licking. He made me wank his cock while I did it, running my hand up and down his long, fat, shaft. He said, I'm getting close, get your fucking slut face back up there. Again I did as he ordered, I was just going to continue sucking, but he held me in place, my face and inch or so away from his cock. He made me wank him harder and faster, he was starting to grunt loudly, I knew what that meant. He said, you're just a teen slut, what are you? Tell me, tell me! I was so humiliated, I wanked him, I know my voice was very soft, very girlish, I said, I'm just a teen slut, Sir. I had to repeat that, then I was made to tell him I was just a teen bitch slut. Suddenly he groaned really loudly, he said, open your fucking mouth, bitch slut, I did as he instructed, his cum sprayed out of his cock, I could see the slit open up as he pumped it out, spraying all over my face and into my open mouth. There was so much of it, over my hand, my face, in my mouth, soaking into my blouse, even my skirt was sprayed with it. Again there was that salty taste, saltier and more bitter than Mr. Abbot's, but the same powerful bleach type smell, the scent of his sperm almost made my head spin, the taste of it, the hot, thick, clinging splatter of it over my face. I imagined what I must look like, such a young girl coated in this man's cum, how good and powerful he must feel. He made me suck his cock clean, he said a bitch like you needs to learn, when a man's finished with her, she needs to clean up. Understand? I said, yes, Sir and finished licking and sucking his shaft, making sure he was clean.
Again I was pushed back into the seat, my skirt pulled up, panties pulled down and out at the front. A twenty pound rolled up note pushed over my clit and along the wet slit of my cunt. He got out some more money, he grasped my throat, squeezing it slightly, he said you were fucking told bitch, shorter skirts, high heels, more make up, sexy panties. Do what you're fucking told, he gave my long, white, soft throat a squeeze and a shake. He pushed the money into my bra and let go of me, he said spend it wisely bitch.
I got out of the car, I was so used, face, blouse, skirt covered in his sperm, the over powering taste of it on my soft, pink, wet tongue. He drove off, leaving me there, I tried to clean up but I knew I would have to sneak into the house, I looked as if I had been gangraped. As I walked off I thought, just for a moment that I heard something, someone, it was probably a cat or a squirrel or something. I managed to sneak into my bedroom, I was in such a state that I cleaned myself up immediately. Then I started thinking......
I am sixteen years old, my father is keen that I earn some money of my own, I'm not. I do get an allowance but it's a bit pathetic, especially when I find out what my girlfriends are getting. To start with I put up the objection that I don't know how to do anything and I'm not working in a shop as a Saturday girl and having to serve my friends. How embarrassing would that be? In the end my father says, you're going to baby sit for the people we know, goodness knows there are enough of them, your mother can speak to people and make it known. I'm annoyed but there isn't much choice.
My fantasy.
My mother tells me that I have to babysit for Mrs. Abbot on Friday night, sigh. I know them of course, Mr. Abbot is a friend of my father, they do business together, play golf sometimes etc. It's annoying because they have a son my age, a daughter a little younger and then there's the toddler, but why aren't they looking after her? I have to go and do it.
Friday comes round and I get ready. I'm wearing a knee length pleated, blue skirt, a white blouse, white cotton panties, no nylons and flat, ballerina style shoes. I have just a very light touch of pale pink lipstick and some mascara. My mother drops me off at the house and says that the Abbots will make sure I get home alright. Mrs. Abbot shows me everything I need to know, the house is going to be empty except for me and my charge. They're all enjoying themselves while I have to work. Mr. Abbot says hello, but otherwise he's silent. If he smiled a bit he might be quite handsome in an older man kind of way, but he looks rather grim, a bit forbidding. He must be about 45, while his wife has to be 10 years younger.
The time passes and nothing happens, it's boring but at least my charge isn't a nuisance. They return and Mrs. Abbot pays me, she says Mr. Abbot will drive me home, I don't mind, either that or a cab, it doesn't make any difference to me. We get into their car, he's silent which is a little intimidating, he's not very friendly. We turn into my road, about halfway to my house is a very large oak tree, it overhangs the road. For some reason Mr. Abbot parked the car right under the tree, I thought, that's a little odd, but never mind, it's not far.
I started to say goodnight when he suddenly grabbed me by the hair, I flinched and tried to pull away but he was far too strong. He pulled my head down towards him, pulling my face down towards his trousers. At the same time I could see him fiddling with the front of them, I protested, he said, shut the fuck up bitch. I was in shock, I didn't know what was happening. Then I saw his cock in his hand, it was hard. He pulled my face down and rubbed his hard cock over it. He kept a very firm grip on my hair, I couldn't move away. I was saying, please don't, please don't, but his cock seemed to get even harder. He shouted very gruffly, open your fucking mouth, when I didn't, he shouted it again, open your fucking mouth bitch. He pulled even harder on my hair and I opened my mouth, he pushed his cock into it. Then he growled at me, suck it bitch. I was shocked, Mr. Abbot, the middle aged friend of my father, shoving his hard cock in my mouth, calling me a bitch. Because I didn't automatically obey him he started to raise his hips, fucking my mouth with his hard cock. He shouted again for me to suck it, I was frightened, so I started to suck.
I worked my mouth up and down his cock, I didn't lick, I just sucked and moved a couple of inches of his cock in and out of my mouth as I did so. He grunted and said, that's it bitch, good little bitch. I just worked on his cock like that, after a while I could taste something, there was some liquid coating the head of his cock and my tongue. There wasn't very much of it but it tasted....nice. I could feel myself blushing, I was being forced to suck cock and I was starting to like this taste, it was sweet. I couldn't help it, I wanted more, I noticed that concentrating on the head of his cock, running my lips over it, lapping at it with my little pink tongue brought out more of this sweet liquid. I swallowed it, it made me feel good. Then the taste, texture and quantity changed, spurts of thick, salty, almost chemical tasting sperm, I got a strong, heady, aroma of, almost bleach. He grunted really loudly while he was spurting into my teen mouth, he shouted, swallow it you young bitch. I did as he ordered me, swallowing this thick, salty, lumpy, creamy liquid. There was a lot of it. I kept working my mouth and tongue while I swallowed, I wanted to stop him from being angry. The spurts died down and stopped, I still nursed on his cock, it was important to please him.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth and pushed me back into my seat, he put his cock away and got out his wallet. He got a twenty pound note out and rolled it tightly. He made me flinch again as he wrenched up my pleated skirt and pulled my white cotton panties out and down at the front. He could see my young cunt, he pushed the rolled note into the groove of my cunt, I could feel it stroke my clit as he put it in place, then he let my panties back with a snap. He didn't even look at me, he said, next time, a shorter skirt, high heels and some makeup, bitch.
I got out of the car and walked home, I could feel the note moving against my little clit as I walked, I was being masturbated by his money and I was getting wet. I went up to my room, I thought about how this older, powerful man had just assumed he could shove his cock into my young mouth and cum in it. That he could call me a bitch, threaten me, rape my mouth and push money almost into my cunt. I realised how powerful men are because he had done all that and I had sucked the sperm out of his cock and swallowed it, he'd paid me, turned me into his whore and I had just accepted that treatment. Not just that but my cunt was wet, my mouth tasted of his sperm and.....I liked it.
I am a sexually and socially submissive girl. When I say socially, I mean that I am submissive to my husband in everyday life. It's long, complicated and probably not how most people would imagine it.
Fantasy has always been a very important part of my sex life, all my fantasies are based around my submission to dominance, that is what excites me above everything. I was very fortunate that as I started to really become aware of what I needed and wanted, I met a man who dovetailed pretty much with those needs and desires. Up until then I had a series of boyfriends who just weren't right for me, they weren't what I really needed. Because they weren't dominant themselves, sex was not very satisfactory, so I fantasised while they fucked me. I fantasised about my submission to dominant men, and if my boyfriend could last long enough, that and the fantasy might be enough to make me cum. If that didn't work then I would fantasise on my own and make myself cum. When I met the man who was right for me I still fantasised, but now they really worked. I shared them with him, I would relate one while he was fucking me and I used to cum over and over again, I still do!
My fantasies are long and detailed, many of them are of long standing, but they have been added to, embellished, changed over the years. Some of them are new, there have been some comments or messages here on this site which have sparked one or two new ones. I thought that I would relate some of those fantasies here and if you are entertained by them, that's good, it makes me happy, if not, that's fine too we are all different, we all like different things.
I thought that I would start with a very early one, the only basis of truth in it is that I did a lot of babysitting when I was a relatively young girl and I had this fantasy at the time. I was sixteen then (16 seems a pc age to be having this fantasy) and I am in my fifties now, so it has served me well!
