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resisting like any ‘good' girl would, I just spread my legs farther apart. Like I said, I was curious.

"That's a good girl. I promise I won't hurt you."

It was like electricity when his hand got there. I can't remember when I started using the word pussy, but I remember when my much younger sister, Edie, saw me naked in the room we shared and said, "look, Genie looks like she has a pussy cat between her legs."

When Mr. Hansen got to my pussy, his fingers gently played. I moaned slightly when he inserted one finger. Like I said, I didn't like the name Imogene, but Mr. Hansen insisted. "Imogene, your pussy is so wet. I can make you feel like you've never felt before."

I just sighed as that finger found my clitoris. Something I didn't even know existed. What I'm trying to say is that I'd never masturbated. It just wasn't done in our good Christian household.

I didn't know what to do, but then my body told me. Involuntarily I started moving my hips and ass. Sounds came out of my mouth I couldn't identify.

"That's it, Imogene, cum for me. Cum, that's a good girl."

I didn't know what he meant, but as he'd said earlier, I was feeling things I'd never felt before.

After that feeling past, Mr. Hansen got on top of me and for the first time I got fucked.

It was a little painful at first. I closed my eyes and soon the feeling went away and there was nothing but joy. The greatest joy I'd ever felt. I didn't know it at the time, but Mr. Hansen had a huge cock. How could I know that? It was my first one; the first of many.

I didn't know what to do, and didn't move much, but he did. Mr. Hansen kept going in and out, in and out. It was like he never stopped, but finally I heard him grunt loudly and then grunt again and collapsed on top of me. Not really collapsed because he could have hurt me; he was so big. "Imogene that was amazing. Get some sleep." Then he left me.

I didn't get much sleep. I thought about what happened. I wanted it to happen again. I hoped Mr. Hansen would return to my bed another night.

He didn't return another night. He returned early the next morning and woke me up. "Imogene, I want another crack at your lovely pussy." It doesn't sound romantic, but at the time I was thrilled.

His fingers started just like before and within a few minutes I was moaning, and that feeling swept over me. Then Mr. Hansen got on top of me again, and I felt his cock enter me. He started moving in and out. It was just as wonderful as last night.

For the next week, Mr. Hansen came to my bed every night, and then early the next morning he'd wake me up and fuck me again. He was always on top. I didn't know any better.

I looked forward to his visits.

A few weeks after his first visit, he rolled me onto my stomach and fucked me from behind. Of course, I'd seen dogs do it, but I didn't think people did it like that.

"Move your ass, Imogene."

From then on, no matter what position we were in, I'd move my ass and hips. Unconsciously, my moans and sighs became louder, too

A few days later, he insisted that I get on top and guide his cock inside my pussy. Then it happened.

Mr. Hansen was always on top and we were under the blankets. My nightgown was always on. He'd never actually seen my body. Now, he wanted me to take off my nightgown. He'd see my breasts.

It wasn't that I was ashamed. It's just that once they started to grow, they kept growing. Except for my sisters who were much younger; in fact, Edie was only five when I was sixteen, I'd never seen another girl, but even dressed mine appeared much bigger than the other girls when I was in school.

I always wore loose tops. Now, Mr. Hansen wanted to see them. He wouldn't take ‘no' for an answer.

I'm glad he wouldn't. Once Mr. Hansen saw my breasts, he went crazy; kissing, sucking, feeling them, telling me how beautiful they were. I loved it when he put his face between my breasts and kissed them all over. It was the first time I felt good about how big they were.

From then on, I always slept naked and Mr. Hansen never disappointed me. He always had fun with them. I laughed and giggled as he played.

Of course, that's not all he did. He fucked me in different ways according to his mood. After I found out how much he liked my breasts, I was disappointed when he didn't want me to get on top and ride him.

Another life altering event occurred a month later. Mr. Hansen went down on me. I had no idea what he was doing, and why. Remember how good his finger felt the first time he made me cum? His tongue was a thousand, no, a million times better.

I would have done anything he wanted after his tongue finished with me. Could there be anything better?

I didn't make any demands on Mr. Hansen, I was always there for him, but after what his tongue did to my pussy, I always pleaded with him to use it before he got on top of me, or behind me or I got on top of him.

From then on Mr. Hansen called me Sweet Imogene. I was no longer Imogene; always Sweet Imogene. He'd say it even in front of other people including his wife.

In bed he'd say, "Sweet Imogene, when you hear me say that you know I'm thinking of eating your delicious pussy." Like I said, could there be anything better?

Yes, there could. Well, not better, but almost as good.

In addition to cooking and cleaning, fucking became part of my duties. I was pleased when Mr. Hansen gave me a raise. I never thought that I was getting paid for sex.

Mrs. Hansen spent the whole day in bed. I'd serve her meals, help her to the bathroom, change her bedding, etc. Once a week a nurse came in for a few hours. I stood by watching what she did. She'd give me some ideas on the best way to take care of Mrs. Hansen.

I listened intently. I took my duties seriously; all of my duties.

One day Mr. Hansen came home with a package. "Imogene, my friend, Mike makes his own sausage. It's the best sausage you'll ever eat. Why don't we have it tonight? I'll even cook."

After feeding Mrs. Hansen and making sure the baby was taken care of, I sat down at the table with Mr. Hansen. I took my knife and fork and started to cut up the sausage. "Is that the way you eat sausage?"

"Yes, why?"

"Sausage is supposed to be eaten like this." He stabbed one end of his sausage with his fork and put the other end in his mouth. He took it out. "Now, you take it in and out of your mouth, savoring all the juices." For a minute or two he continued.

Call me naïve because I was. "You try it," he insisted. I did. "That's it, make sure your teeth don't bite into it." By the time I actually ate the sausage, it was cold.

That night when Mr. Hansen came to my bed, as always, he enjoyed my breasts, and then his tongue enjoyed my pussy. To make sure you understand, I enjoyed all of it. I was so pleased that a man Mr. Hansen's age thought that I was beautiful and wanted me.

When his tongue made those feelings wash over me twice, I thought for sure he'd get on top of me, behind me or ask me to get on top of him. Not tonight. "Sweet Imogene, you should try to do to my cock what you did to that sausage."

I was stunned. It wasn't anything I'd ever thought of, but after what Mr. Hansen's tongue had just done to me, like I said earlier, I would have done anything.

We'd always done it in the dark, and when he was on top under the blankets. Now, Mr. Hansen was on his back, and turned on the light on the nightstand.

It may seem strange, but this was the first time I actually took a good look at his cock. Like I said, later I'd learn that it was much bigger than most cocks, but right now all I saw was a cock bigger and fatter than that sausage.

I thought it was magnificent. I'd never seen anything like it except on dogs and horses. I'm not sure why; I kissed it all over. "Mr. Hansen, I never realized your cock was so beautiful."

"I'm glad you like it. Remember what you did with the sausage, but first use your tongue. Like a lollipop."

I did, but I was anxious to do to his cock like I did to that sausage. Soon my lips were over that head and I was taking it in and out of my mouth.

Later in life when I had girlfriends who I could confide in, they told me that they were never able to take a big one or a fat one very far in their mouth.

I never had that problem. From that first time, I took almost half of Mr. Hansen's cock in my mouth and then just started going up and down. "That's it, savor every inch, Sweet Imogene."

I did. He lasted almost as long as when he fucked me. In fact, Mr. Hansen insisted that I take it out of my mouth so he could fuck me. I got on top. He played with my breasts.

"Did you like it in your mouth?"

"I loved it, Mr. Hansen."

"Would you like to put it back in your mouth?"

"Not right now." I started moving and riding his cock.

"Sweet Imogene, whenever I come to your bed, I want you to tell me you want to take it in your mouth first. Will you do that for me?"

"Of course, Mr. Hansen." I continued to bounce on that big cock, and he played with my breasts.

"And then I'll use my tongue on your delightful pussy. You like that, don't you?"

"You're so good to me." I rode him harder and faster. Thinking of the possibilities. "I love it when you call me Sweet Imogene."

I did. Just thinking about his tongue made my panties damp.

A revelation occurred the next time I had my period. I always let Mr. Hansen know when it was due. He didn't come to my bed on those days, and I wore a nightgown and panties.

When I told him my period should start today or tomorrow, he just smiled, kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "see you tonight."

Like I said, I was naïve. Very naïve. When he came to my room, he undressed, turned on the light and crawled in next to me. I could see that he was almost fully erect.

"Sweet Imogene, this is an opportunity to enjoy my cock in your mouth without me begging to eat you."

I was surprised. It was something I hadn't thought of, but apparently Mr. Hansen had.

That was the night I fell in love. Not with Mr. Hansen. With Mr. Hansen's cock. I spent hours and hours kissing, licking and of course sucking it.

That was the first time he filled my mouth; it was the most awesome thing ever. It was so warm and sweet, and there was so much of it that it dribbled out of my mouth.

Right then and there I vowed never to let even one drop go to waste.

I didn't know even though we'd been fucking for quite a while that men didn't get hard and stayed hard. I mean, once Mr. Hansen finished fucking me, he'd leave, and then come back early the next morning.

Now, I wanted it in my mouth again and again. "Sweet Imogene, it doesn't work like that, but I'll be back in the morning just like always. I promise."

I don't think I slept for a minute. The hours went by so slowly. Yes, I was anxious to put Mr. Hansen's cock in my mouth again.

He no sooner got in bed when I went down on him. He laughed. "So, Sweet Imogene likes blowjobs." I'd never heard that word before, but if that's what Mr. Hansen wanted to call what I was doing a blowjob, I was fine with it, just as long he let me.

Mr. Hansen let me, then he let me again. Every night he let me, and of course, he reciprocated: playing with my breasts, eating my pussy and fucking me.

The best of course was when I had my period. Mr. Hansen encouraged me to take more and more of his cock in my mouth. Within a few months, I could swallow all of it, and I rarely needed to come up for air. Of course, he rewarded me with a nice big mouthful of his warm juices. Later, after my period ended, I got another reward, his tongue.

I was hoping it would never end, young and naïve as I was. That's not how life works.

TO BE CONTINUED

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