It's been quite a while since my last blog, very sorry for that. It has been a busy time for little old me.

Okay, and so we are back to Len. November 1976 and things between Len and I had become very much established, almost complacent if you like. The novelty had long since worn off, but I was still madly in love with him, and had told him so on a couple of occasions, but he chose to bypass it. I was terrified of Len becoming bored of me, only I didn't know what else I could do to keep his interest in me alive. As it turned out there was little need to be so anxious, he was more than capable of finding more things to do with me...and it came at a painful cost.

 

I was laying on top of him tonguing his ear whilst his cock slid in and out of my slimy pussy. He moved his hands onto my arse and spread my bum cheeks. After a short while of kneading my buttocks like a large dollop of dough, his fingers crept ever closer to the centre of my crack. I carried on washing out his ear with my tongue but mindful that at any moment his fingers would land on my anus. This was a new one on me. Surely considering the bum's function, wanting to touch it was strictly off-limits, not to mention utterly disgusting...or so I thought. Part of me, however, was curious to see how far he would go. I soon found out when he began to stroke around my anal rim and then proceeded to manoeuvre his finger into the hole. My buttocks instinctively clenched like they were trying to oust the alien invader, but by now, Len had the bit between his teeth and worked around my arsehole like he was polishing the inside of a fluted wine glass. I hated it and took to raising my head and grimacing. I wanted him to stop but the need to satisfy his needs seemed more important. He used my vaginal juices as anal lubricant and introduced a second digit before finger-fuck my arse in tempo with the thrusting of his cock in my pussy. It hurt, and hurt terribly, but I let him continue until he climaxed. It was a surreal moment for me, a milestone, but it passed without a word being said about it. On reflection I came to rue not telling how uncomfortable it made me feel because the next time we were together my arse was the first port of call, and when he started to alternate play between my arse and pussy, I felt sure I would end up on a hospital bed with some kind sewage related disease like typhoid.

Saturday, 27th November 1976, started well enough but little did I know it would end with a baptism of fire, or more fittingly ring of fire. 

Every other Saturday morning my auntie, uncle, and my cousin Neville, the one I frolicked around with as a 14yo, would come and visit my grandmother. Today was no exception, and it was always good to see them. Neville continued to bang on about a film he wanted to watch at the cinema called ‘The Omen' and asked if I would go and see it with him. I accepted the invitation but advised him that there was every chance I would not be allowed in to watch it. The film was rated ‘X' which in those days meant 18 and over, and being I was 17 and looked 13, I hardly fancied my chances.

And so on to the evening. It was clear for the onset what Len had in mind. I barely stepped out of my jeans before I found myself knelt on the bed with my bum in the air. He put is hand between the back of my thighs and fingered my pussy. It wasn't long before he started on my bum and delving his finger into my tight hole. I was side-lined from interactive play and felt like a terrified hospital patient waiting to go under the knife. I may have been sexually naïve but when he started to lubricate my arse hole with his spit, even a nun who spent her life in a convent could guess what he was about to do. I braced myself, knowing that any moment my tight little rectum was about to be stormed by a seven-inch chunky intruder. He started to flap his cock over my bum hole. My heart raced and the rush of adrenaline vanquished me to a dream state world. He then tried to shove it in but each time he thought he had it in, it defected out. I sensed he was becoming increasingly frustrated. He was constantly oiling my hole with his spit. A couple of times he was able to get the tip of his cock on target, but when he thrusted, it bounced out again. He stepped away from me, and part of me was ecstatic that he was about to call it a day, but when I glanced around, I saw him trying to stimulate life back into his cock. I braced myself once again as he approached. I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my anus, and with a shepherded thrust his cock ploughed through my rectum. The sheer force of his cock when driven through my virtuous anal channel, would have sent me sprawling onto the bed...had it not been for Len gripping tightly onto my hips. The pain was excruciating and as he fashioned a rhythm it felt like my bladder was about to burst. He continued to bang me like a whore he had just picked up from a crack house. I prayed for it to end and fortunately it wasn't long in coming. The raucous sounds he made when climaxing was music to my ears. I could feel the throb of his cock as it spewed out his buttermilk in my arse. He withdrew and crashed out on the bed, leaving me with a gaping arsehole, a slimy rectum, and a dull ache in my lower back and abdomen. I sat down on the edge of the bed, waiting for praise. Instead he sat upright, told me he was ‘knackered', and insisted he had to go because he told Janice he was only popping out to give a guy a quote for a job. He dressed in a hurry and before he went, he planted a patronising kiss on my head. It was the first time I had an overwhelming feeling of being used by Len.

 

Tuesday evening was the Ladies Social Section night at Middies, and I used to sell raffle tickets in the club. I wasn't officially allowed to purchase a drink from the bar, being under 18, but I was permitted to sell raffle tickets in the club, to which proceeds went to towards a boozy lady's night out. Anyway, Len came around to my house via the usual back door route. It was around 7pm and I was set to go out, so Len's visit came as a surprise. Unbeknown to me, he had concocted a plan whereby he told Janice he had seen me earlier and I was complaining of a headache and might not be in Middies that evening. This meant Janice, who happened to be the Ladies Social Section secretary, needed to be in Middies early herself to sell raffle tickets to the pool team lads before they left for wherever they were heading. To cap it all he even arranged for my sister to babysit his kids.

It had been quite a while since Len had snuck around on a weekday evening, but it didn't take a genius to work out why he was there now, and why he went to great lengths to orchestrate things. I really could have done without it. My bum was still very sore from the Saturday evening. I even found it painful to sit down. As per usual, I allowed myself to be dictated to by Len's wants and needs. I checked on my grandmother before Len and I went to my room. Our love making had become predictable and followed the same routine, which by now was me going straight down on him. Len, however, wanted to cut to the chase, only this time instead of me being on my knees, he spooned me and began the arduous task of trying to stick his cock in my already very tender bum. It didn't take long before he triumphed and proceeded to ram his fuck stick deep and hard into my rectum. Every single thrust was greeted with an agonising scowl on my face, and to make things even worse, he insisted on shoving fingers deep into my pussy. What he thought I got out of it, I have no idea...buy hey, he enjoyed himself. After cuming in my arse, he slipped his fingers in it. I was disturbed of how many fingers he could fit in in, with relative ease. He messed about with it for a good few seconds before putting his fingers, one at a time, in my mouth to suck clean. I was repulsed by it but I never had the audacity to say no.