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Lost Years

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They call us 'EHE' Electively Home Educated. This is when parents teach us at home and do not send us to school. This is what happened to me until this year when I went to start an 'A' level course at a local College. Of course, I had a very sheltered home life, but as I didn't know anything different, it didn't bother me at the time. I went through the usual growing up and my periods started when I was 12. Masturbating became part of my life from about 13, but I really got into it when I was somewhere between 14 and 15. But, because I was so isolated, I had no sisters to talk to about it and no friends from school because, well, I wasn't AT school!

So, when I went to college it was like a whole new world. So much sexual conversation and utter crudeness! Students swearing all the time, (something that never happened at home) and using sexual language... and it was so hot you can't imagine. I spent every single day of my first term there wet.

I learned the joys of masturbating in the toilets listening to the other girls talking about what they had done last night and with whom.

But the best thing that happened is a guy who lives near me and I see every morning. He smiles, and I smile back, but three days ago, he wasn't in his car. Instead, he walked up the hill into the village where I live with me and we chatted.

The next day he was there again and we talked some more but this time more explicitly. I told him how the other girls at college were so crude and that I kinda liked it. Then he asked me if I had ever had sex (No.. well, only with myself) Before I knew it I was in his arms and after a kiss that took my breath away, I lead him to the barn that is on my way home. In there, I kissed him again and guided his hands all over me. He reached up under my skirt and stroked my pussy through my tights and panties. By the time he peeled them off I was wet through and would have shagged him in a heartbeat. Instead he fingered me to a sucession of orgasms, each one more powerful than the last. I came all over his fingers and his hand. I swear, I could feel it running down my legs!

Then I got to take his cock out and wank him. It was my first ever cock and he guided me as to how fast and how tightly I should grip. Then I felt him tense and saw his sperm as it shot out onto a hay bale. There was a musky almost metallic scent to it and it made me a little dizzy.

That night, I masturbated again imagining him spurting all over my breasts. Maybe tomorrow he will.



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