In the early years, Blog No1

Hello to all

I have cancassed a few members here and they seem to want me to write this so i will try my best to do it justice. I need to start where it all began and i was not that old when it happened so i hope not to cause offence to anyone. Once again i have canvassed a number of members about what detail i should do about this and they have all said just write it as there are no prudes on here, so thats what i will do.

I was very close to my dad as a ... and i worshipped every thing that he did. He was a soldier in the British army and he was a really fit and active man. Just the sort of dad that all kids want as a role model and as a family we followed him wherever he went. This meant i lived in Germany for a few years as well as England, all of which was a great experience. The downside with this was that he was often away from his family for long periods of time and it caused great tension between him and my mum.

My dad loved his job so much, but in the end due mainly to our goverments policy for troop reductions at the time and also tension between him and my mum he decide to leave the army in 1994. Unfortunately this was the beginning of the end for my mum and dad as a couple as he could never come to terms with the changes from his army life, which i now know is quite common for es soldiers, and he started to drink heavilly and i could hear the arguments about him being with other women. Within 6 months of my dad leaving the army they had split up and he had gone off with another younger woman in a very bitter split from my mum.

i was getting closer my teens and my body was changing at the time and i really needed advice from my mum and dad as to how to cope with it all. But all i got was my mum telling me what a bastard my dad was and how you could never trust men as they were only after one thing. She became so bitter and twisted in such a short time and she was really protective of me from any boys or men that were around at the time. My friends were wearing short skirts and experimenting with boys as you do but my mum went mad whenever i went out in anything even slightly revealing to the extent that i started changing at a friends house and i even kept some clothes there.

My friend lived alone with her dad and had similar things to say about her mum as my mum said about my dad. Apparently she had run off with a younger man and i felt sorry for him as he was really kind to me. We got closer as time went on, and although i did not think of him as i did my own dad i respected the things he had to say and i liked him alot.

I started to flirt with him because we used to do play fights and stuff like that and he was always telling me how good i looked unlike my mum who would tell me i looked like a slag if i dressed in the same way. I began to undo a button too many or sit with my legs slightly open when i was around him as if i was not aware what i was doing and i wasaware of him watching me and looking at me. I could also feel him getting closer to me and sometimes rubbing against me and stuff like that but i loved every minute of it. He seemed to more often be wearing just his boxers and a tee shirt when we went home and my friend was always having a go at him about it but i was loving it and i am sure he knew it.

Anyway to cut a long story short, one night when my friend was feeling unwell in bed and i was stopping the night at the house the inevitable happened and he made a move on me. I knew i should really have run a mile from this but i had grown to really trust this guy and i wanted to make him happy.

Innitially it just involved some kissing and touching but it soon moved on from there and within a matter of days he had taughht me how to use my hands on him and to pleasure him. He was also touching me at this time and giving me feelings i had never really had before and i loved it all and did not want it to stop. We started to make dates to meet up when my friend was meeting with her mum or doing other things and he slowly but surely taught me about the attributes i had and how to use them. Within a matter of three months he was using my mouth on a regular basis and i had become used to having him cum in my mouth and was happy to swallow for him. He was also using his mouth on me and the sensations he gave me at that time i will never forget.

As our relationship moved on and on we decided that i should really go onto the pill as he needed to do more with me than we were doing at that time and i arranged to do this without the knowledge of my mum as soon as i plucked up the courage to do it. Within Six months of my going on the pill we were having sex on a regular basis at every opportunity that presented itself and i was loving it. He had been so gentle with me to begin with but as we explored each other more he started to treat me in a more rough way and i absolutely loved it. Instead of calling me his little princess he started to call me his little slut and to fuck me in a harder and deeper way and the harder he got with me the more i loved it. He encouraged me to talk dirty with him sometimes and other times he told me not to say a word or to make a sound as he fucked me and i was so into everything we did together. About a year into our relationship proper he introduced me into the use of my other hole when it was at the wrong time of the month for me and although he was gentle with me i found it quite a painful experience. We did not do this again for about a further Six months or so because of the pain i felt, but when we did try once more he was much more careful with the lubricant and i enjoyed the experience much better.

During the nearly Three years we were together he treated me really well and was always buying me secret gifts of sexy underwear or clothes and toys that we kept in a secret draw in his house. Sometimes i did not see him for a week or two as it was always difficult with my friends situation and us having to ensure nobody discovered what we were up to but the sex between us was always great when we did get it together. My friend never discovered what was going on between me and her dad and we dont see each other now so i doubt she ever will.

During this time of sexual discovery for me, the boys at school also started to want to be with me and i started to have some fun with them also. I did not tell anyone i was on the pill at the time or i knew it would go around the school that i was easy, but i could see no problem with giving a boy a hand job in the bike sheds at the rear of the school as some of the more senior girls already did. I found the fumbling efforts of the boys to get into my knickers quite funny though compared to the confidence of my lover, and while i did progress to giving a blow job on occasions it was over a year before i was fucked by anyone else.

I did get a bit of a reputation at the school among the more senior boys that i was up for a blow job sometimes and some of them did give me money to do it as i was coming to the end of my time at the school.

My mum would have thrown a fit if she had known what i was up to both at the school and with my lover as would my dad also, but it felt right to me almost as if i was punishing them for the fact they had split up and left me to cope alone. I wanted men to want me more than anything in the world and if this meant they had to have control over me then i could live with this as well.

Well there we go, thats the first section done and i hope i have not offended anyone or bored anyone to tears either. Please give me your feedback on this as it will help me to decide if i should continue or not and if i do then in what way.

I hope you all enjoy

Annikinslut