I didn't see Frank again until a few years later. I discovered the seedy nightclub was a favourable haunt for the travelling community (gypsies). Frank wasn't a traveller, but he hung around with them. I also found out that he was Vinnie's brother-in-law. Vinnie being the guy who I knew from the Middies, and who was with Frank the first time I saw him. It really did not bode well for me, or Len. Rumours started to circulate around Middies of my liaison with Len, and about the time I allowed my knickers to be pulled down. Only by the time the rumours hit our side of Middies, I was fucking Len daily and the whole seedy nightclub and its dog were touching me up. There was no smoke without fire where Middies was concerned. My reputation, rightly or wrongly, for being a 16-year slag, grew with each bout of gossip. I became a little paranoid of folk glancing at me and could only imagine what was being said. The most important people, however, namely Janice and my parents, seemed to rise above it, or if they suspected something, they didn't tell me.

I continued to see Len but as the relationship developed, and I became surer of myself, he tended to become more possessive. He didn't approve of the short skirts or dresses I wore when going to the seedy nightclub, let alone my interest in other guys there. Len wasn't domineering or demanding by any means, it's just the way he communicated his possessiveness, talking to me like he was the fountain of all knowledge and I was a little, naïve student.

I was officially still seeing John but was increasingly finding him more of an irritation than boyfriend when he was on leave. All he seemed to want to do was shag. It might have been great for some, but I felt very little emotion when we screwed. He was over six-foot and thick set. I was tiny and thin and having him on top of me grunting like a pig, whilst pounding away, on a single bed or a sofa after eight pints of lager, wasn't at all conducive for good sex. They were times when I might have felt a tint of arousal, so it wasn't all bad.

My grandfather died early May 1976. I was 17 by then and asked by my dad if I wanted to move in with my grandma. It was like giving me the option of vodka or water. What with between having to share a room with my sisters or virtually having the run of a whole house? It was a no brainer. It worked out better still because my gran wanted to use the smaller front room as a bedroom due to her struggling with the stairs. It meant me having a big bedroom with a big double bed. How marvellous it was, although it didn't dawn on me at the time just how beneficial it could be.

Len and I was walking back from the seedy nightclub and it hit me that I could invite him back to mine. My only concern was the house wasn't exactly tidy, but then I wasn't brought up in a tidy house and a couple of times Len had visited my parents. It was Len's idea that we walked down the alley to the rear of the houses and come out at the bottom of the street. This was to avoid him passing his own house.

Len didn't want to go upstairs to bed, he felt it too intrusive, and so we made love on the sofa. When I say, ‘made love', I should have said ‘made incredible love'. It started of humble enough, the kissing the stroking, the fondling. He then knelt on the floor, slipped my knickers off, and hauled my bum towards the edge of the sofa. He put his head between my legs, separated my pussy lips, and delved in with his tongue. The initial ‘wow' moment soon became a ‘oh my god', and then a ‘what the fuck'. To say it was the best thing I had ever experienced was an understatement. For me it was sexual utopia. I found myself stifling my emotions, however, holding them within. Maybe I was too embarrassed to let scream through fear of waking my grandma, or maybe I was so accustomed to silencing my emotions in the seedy nightclub to avoid drawing attention. Whatever my motive, my pussy didn't care as I could feel it oozing sex juice. I was close to climaxing but desperately tried to hold it back. I wanted him to go on for ever, but as every girl knows you can only hold out for so long. The moans and groans started to come and so did the tidal waves of pure ecstasy. My clitoris was at the height of sensitivity and it couldn't take any more. I shifted myself away from Len's tongue and put my hand on his head to prevent him going in for more. It seemed to take for ever for my pussy to stop contracting, and when it eventually did, I allowed myself a few moments of calm whilst trying to get my head back together. Len sat beside me and we kissed. I could feel my greasy love juice on his face and tasted it on his lips. I pulled my head back and uttered those three immortal words one should never say whilst coming down from a mind-blowing orgasm, "I love you". It was quite something coming from me. In fact, it was the first time I ever remembered saying those words to anyone. I was hoping to hear the same words repeated back to me, but they weren't forthcoming. Instead Len appeared to brush over it and whilst taking off his trousers and pants, said to me, "I think it's my turn now". I thought to myself ‘turn for what?'.

I had heard of the term ‘sucking a guy off', but what did it mean? What was I supposed to do? I mimicked the way he knelt between my legs and took hold of his cock. It was flaccid but after a few jerks it hardened to an impressive eight inches. It was the first time I had ever seen a man's genitals at such close quarters. There were my fumbling days with my cousin, but this cock was a man's cock. I was in awe but knew sooner or later I would have to put my mouth over it. I needed to kneel right up so I could position my head over the cock. I brushed away my hair, set myself up, but backed out at the last second. I smiled at Len who tried to reassure me, "It won't bite ya". I braced myself for another go, this time succeeding. As a child I had problems with my jaw. It never concerned me until I tried to fit Len's cock in my mouth and realised my mouth opened only enough for the dome. I did what it said on the bottle and sucked. I don't think I was any good because Len started to jerk off against my mouth whilst pressing down on my head. Only a few seconds later he shot a load into my mouth. It startled me. I swiftly pulled back my head only to have another load splatter in my eye. It certainly wasn't my finest hour. I looked around for something to spit the cum onto and ended up using the bottom of my dress, which I also used to wipe my eye. I didn't like the taste one iota, it reminded me of swimming bath water, only more coagulated. I watched as Len squeezed out the final trickle of semen and heave a sigh of relief. I was annoyed, very annoyed, but not wanting to spoil his moment, I smiled when saying to him, "You could have warned me". His breathing slightly laboured, he replied, "It's okay to swallow, it won't do you any harm". I didn't take long to reply, "It tastes disgusting, does Janice swallow it?". Len answered that she sometimes did, which made me feel that I was in some way letting him down.

I never saw Len until a month later. John was on annual leave from the Royal Navy. I really wasn't relishing him coming home. One it meant I couldn't see Len, and for two I was rapidly outgrowing him. It got off to the worst possible start. He wanted me to book holidays from work whilst he was home. When I explained I hadn't any holidays left as I had booked them all, he tried to bully me into going on the sick. I wasn't willing to do that either. John got upset and for the first ten days we never saw each other. After that it was mostly dispassionate sex and him telling me how he could have gotten off with this girl and that girl, had it not been for me. I simply had enough and three or four days before he was about to go back, I told him that I wanted us to finish. On the face of it, he seemed to take it well, even saying he had felt the same way. On the Sunday morning, however, the same day he was due to go back, he came around to my house. He wanted us to give it another go. I said ‘no' and he went on to blag my head about ‘how I kept him going in the navy', and how he wished we ‘would have kept the baby'. His pleas fell on deaf ears. I didn't want him in my life anymore. I did feel sorry for him having to drive all the way to Plymouth on the back of it all. I also had regrets of John being the first guy I had ever woke up with.

So, the time came when I was back around town with my true love Len. He suggested instead of going to the seedy nightclub, we go to my house. By all accounts Janice realised he was home later than normal the last time we were out together. I'd say about 90 minutes late ha-ha.

Fast forward to my house and after another sensational few minutes of cunnilingus, it was my turn to orally stimulate him. I didn't need Len's input of "Don't forget it's okay swallow, it won't do you any harm", it took me all a few minutes after last time to make up my mind I would. It was the fact that Janice ‘sometimes' swallowed that put pay to any misgivings I might have had. I didn't want to be the ‘sometimes' girl in his life. I wanted to be ‘the' girl. It got to the point of Len wanking against my mouth. That's when panic settled in and the thought of swallowing that vile semen was making me feel sick. Every fibre of my body was telling me to move away. I didn't, and when he ejaculated into my mouth, I kept on gulping it down. It was truly the most repulsive thing I had ever swallowed, and it made me feel like throwing up. I remarkedly held it together, even slurping the last drops. Lots of cum had spilt from my mouth and ran down his cock onto his pubic hair. I wasn't sure if I was to eat that too. I did think about it but gave it a miss.  

A week later some of us girls/women went out on a trip to a bierkeller in Sheffield. The guys were doing their own thing. Some of the women on our trip could be vulgar, including Janice who seemed to lack a common-sense filter. They got talking about sex. Janice deliberately made a show of me by covering my ears and saying, "You're too young to be listening to this". There were two girls on the trip who were only 15, so clearly it was an attempt to mock me. I tried not to listen to the crude conversation but couldn't help but overhearing Janice say when oral sex was mentioned that, "Len's always trying to get me to do it, he's got no chance". I wondered who was lying, her or Len.     

This is me a week after swallowing Len's cum. Janice is the one whose face is blurred out.