Dave says it's about time l made a contribution to this series so here goes. I've always been a slut, l was the first girl in my year at school to get proper tits which meant l spent most of my break times behind the Art portakabin with my blouse open and my bra pushed up so the boys could get a good feel of them. I was also the first girl to suck a cock and the first to get fucked but that wasn't the boys, l singled out our English teacher for that honour. Mr. H... was a middle aged man, quite tall and handsome and most of us girls were wetting our knickers at night thinking of him. I always sat in the front in his class and in those days no-one had thought of modesty boards under our desks so it started with me hitching my skirt up a bit and opening my legs to give him a good view of my panties. I knew he had noticed as he got quite flustered during the lesson but when he didn't say anything l decided to give him a bit more each time until l would sit with my legs wide open. Then came the day when l took my panties off before his lesson, l thought he was going to faint, but he still didn't say anything so l knew l had him hooked. I hung back after lesson and when everyone else had gone l asked him straight if he liked to look at my pussy, he tried to tell me that what l was doing was wrong but he flustered that much it was obvious he was excited. While he was talking l lifted the front of my skirt and asked him if he wanted to touch it, he made a weak effort at telling me to stop being silly but l reached down and grabbed the growing bulge in his trousers saying that a lot of the boys had shown me theirs but it would be nice to see what a real man's cock looked like. He was like a little puppy dog as l led him by his cock into the store cupboard, once inside he turned into a mad man, his one hand went straight up my skirt as he started playing with my cunt and clit, l had often rubbed myself off but this was a much better feeling. His other hand was pulling at my blouse and bra, l was afraid he would damage it so l quickly took them both off. He went straight for my tits, mauling them then kissing and sucking my nipples, it felt so good but l wanted to see his cock, l could feel he was rock hard as l fumbled with his zip so he had to help and suddenly there it was. I couldn't believe how beautiful it looked, much bigger than any of the boys, even L.. S..'s who reckoned he had the biggest in the class. I hadn't really planned what l was going to do from here but it just seemed so natural to sink to my knees and kiss that beautiful cock. Mr. H was well gone by now, all self control completely gone as he held my head, pushing his cock against my lips, telling me to suck it. It seemed the right thing to do, and once l felt the power of that cock in my mouth as he started to move it back and fore l didn't want him to stop. He was calling me all sorts of dirty names which was getting me excited and l started to rub my clit. He held me firm as he started to move quicker, l gagged a bit when his cock hit the back of my throat but l didn't want him to stop. I was rubbing myself hard and could tell l was near an orgasm when he suddenly pulled his cock out and shot his cum all over my tits. There was a very awkward moment then as he started to mumble how that should never have happened and that he would get into a lot of trouble. I told him not to worry as l wasn't going to tell. He found some tissues and helped me clean my tits then told me to dress and that we were never to do anything like that again. That was when l really had him, when l said l would tell on him unless we did do it again. That was the start of a fairly long relationship, usually in the store cupboard once or twice a week were l would suck him off and he would cum over my tits. Sometimes he would tongue my cunt, l liked that a lot and would usually orgasm. Then one day l told him l wanted him to take my virginity, he tried to refuse but l only had to mildly threaten him that l would tell on him before he agreed to do it. It was all arranged that he would drive to a quiet spot in town where l would be waiting one evening, then we would drive out to the country and do it in his car. I thought l had dressed really sexily but probably looked like a tart, but he told me l looked nice, we drove way out of town then got in the back, he wanted me naked, l had never been naked for him before so that was a thrill, he showed me how to put on a condom then positioned me with my legs wide open and the tip of his cock resting against my pussy lips. He asked me if l was sure l wanted it and l nodded, l was so wet l was nearly cumming with expectation, which was good because when he moved forward his cock started to slide up me easily. I felt him stop when he was just a little way in then said the next bit might hurt a bit, l had read about it in magazines so was expecting some horrible pain but when he gave a firm push and l felt my barrier break there wasn't any pain, just a wonderful feeling as his cock travelled up inside me, filling me. He took it gentle for the first few thrusts but soon he got quicker and pushed harder and l felt myself responding and meeting his thrusts as l tried to get him deeper inside me. He was kissing my mouth, then my nipples, and calling me dirty names which l loved as we both started fucking each other harder and harder. I actually came first but as l did he gave one big thrust and l could feel his cock pumping inside me. This arrangement carried on once or twice a week, l felt so grown up, l was only 15 but he made me feel like a grown woman. Then one day he was caught looking through a spy hole from his office into the girls showers and toilets and we never saw him again. I was sad to see him go but by then l had already started branching out and was proving very popular as a date for lads a couple of years older than me, not that l have ever been particularly pretty but when you have good tits and are a certainty for at least a blow job there are always going to be lads sniffing around. I know most of them talked about me as if l was a slut but l didn't care, l wanted cock and l was getting it. When you think that l carried on like that for years, until l was in my twenties, by now on the pill but being treated very much as the town bike, regularly taking two or three one after the other on a Saturday night, it is even more amazing that l ended up falling in love and marrying Dave. He actually lived near me but we had never met socially but got talking at the bus stop, he asked me out for a meal and we fucked three times that night. Not the ideal way to meet the love of your life when you discover the girl is as easy a lay as l was but we just seemed to gel from the word go. So much so that on our second date l told him everything about my past but he didn't care, he said l was fantastic and on our third date he proposed, l accepted and we were married in six months. That was when l changed completely, from our first date l never fucked anyone else, mind you l fucked Dave almost every day so there wasn't much time for anyone else. From then we were both totally faithful to each other, our sex life was exciting and varied, we used toys and dressed up, had sex in a variety of places but it was always just us. We used to talk about different scenarios, usually with me getting fucked by a string of men and this turned us both on, but our kids were young and we never made any attempt to live out our fantasies. That was until about ten years after we married, when we started the wife swapping group that Dave has mentioned previously. That was just like another switch had been flicked inside me and l just couldn't get enough cock, our sessions got wilder, we experimented with bondage, whips and canes, anal, girl on girl, boy on boy, you name it, we tried it. Dave introduced me to Phil and you've read how that relationship has developed over the years. The swapping group lasted for around ten years when we seemed to drift into a more sedate way of life, we did try different swinging magazines and had a few meetings but nothing seemed to last long, that was until we decided to try dogging. By this time l was in my sixties and could not believe that anyone would find me attractive enough to want to fuck me, my tits no longer stand proud but at least l am blessed with an absence of cellulite around my thighs and bum. Dave told me l would probably have to do some wild things in order to attract some cock but that has been the best part. Being treated like a complete slut turns me on, l love being slapped around a bit especially my bum and tits and our recent trip to Bruges when l was introduced to Peter was fantastic, l hope we will develop that further soon. That brings me almost up to date apart from the special treat Dave arranged for me just over a week ago, that was the best yet, my cunt still tingles from those stinging nettles, l definitely want that again. I am so lucky to have met Dave and l love him to bits, we both understand each other perfectly, he knows when l need fucking and when l need loving. I get my fucking anywhere l can but when it comes to making love there is no-one that comes close to Dave, he can play my body like a fine musical instrument and the orgasms he can give me are far more powerful and deep than anything l have ever had anywhere else. We have two lives in one, one is full of raw sex and fucking, the other is full of love and tenderness. I have no doubt that one day soon l will have to accept that the raw sex side of my life is over but l know that what we have together will go on and on.