From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Just A Little Country Girl by J. Boswell (FM+, slut)
Date: 4 Oct 1996 01:51:17 GMT

		      Just A Little Country Girl
				  by
			      J. Boswell

	Born and raised on a farm in a small West Virginia town, I
certainly was not prepared for the fantastic things that have happened
to me in the last year.

	I was a virgin when I married Duane right out of high school.
We were everybody's "perfect couple" - he played football, and I was a
cheerleader. Duane worked hard for a lot of years, and, last year, got
the "big" promotion and was transferred to Baltimore. We had to leave
our little town for the first time in our lives. It was very scary,
but our minister gave us an introduction letter to a church just
outside of Baltimore, and the people at our new church were the
greatest - making us feel at home, helping us settle in, etc.

	As you can guess, I was the dumb little country girl in the
big city for the first time - I had never been exposed to all the sex
and violence and four-letter words in the "outside" world. Duane and I
were about even in the sex department, and I didn't believe people
could do the things to each other that I have recently discovered they
do.

	Duane and I have been married nine years and we normally made
love maybe two or three times a month, and, although I was unaware of
this, I had never experienced an orgasm in all the years of my
marriage. We had sex in the traditional, "missionary" position, and as
soon as Duane reached his climax, he would get up and take a shower,
and then I'd take mine. To me, the sex felt good, but I thought that
was all there was to it - no big deal. We had never tried, or even
discussed, oral sex or anything else for that matter.

	Duane's new job keeps him on the road constantly and he is
gone more than he's home. We bought a house when we moved to
Baltimore, and the upkeep and expenses in the area are demanding.

	We live near a large state university and decided to rent out
a room to a college student. Duane and I didn't want just anybody
living in our house, so we were fortunate enough to have a church
member recommend her nephew to us.

	My story really begins last August, when our college student,
Joe, moved in. As part of the rental agreement, I made his bed
everyday and cleaned his room. A couple of weeks after he moved in, I
found a whole stack of "adult" magazines under his bed. There were
"Playboys" and "Penthouses", but there were also magazines with only
pictures called things like "Stockings and Lace", "Bush Basher", "Anal
Honeys", and "Big Tit Fuckers". I was amazed and shocked at what I saw
in the pictures and what I read in the letters and stories. But every
day, I dug another one out to read or look at.

	One afternoon, Joe came in unexpectedly and caught me sitting
on his bed, reading his magazines. I was embarrassed beyond words, and
wanted to die! I could feel myself blush from head to toe, and Joe
tried to console me, telling me not to be ashamed. We began to talk,
and he asked me a lot of questions about my attitude towards sex, and
even my experiences. I had never talked to anyone about sex, and I
just opened up, for the first time in my life.

	After a long conversation, he finally convinced me that I had
never really experienced sex to the fullest and knew nothing of its
pleasures. To make a long (and I'm sure, obvious) story short, within
two weeks, Joe seduced me and we began having sex every day.

	Soon after we started, Joe insisted on performing oral sex on
me. I resisted at first, but finally gave in, and, within a few short
minutes, I experienced the most wonderful orgasm of my life! From that
second on, I couldn't get enough of his sucking and screwing me. He
never failed to bring me to climax and I was so hooked on his
wonderful body and tongue that I would have done almost anything to
have him suck me.

	Several days later, Joe asked me to perform oral sex on him.

	Of course, I refused, telling him that I had never done
anything like that, even with Duane. He told me that he would not suck
me until I sucked him. Two days later I gave in and started sucking
him regularly.

	From that day on, our schedule was for me to suck him until he
came (and I swallowed it), then we would make love until he came a
second time, and then he would suck me until I had my greatest orgasm
of the day. Somehow, each day and each orgasm was better than the
last. Needless to say, I loved every second of our lovemaking.

	Joe soon told me that he wanted me to go out and buy a very
specific sexy outfit for him. Everything was to be black. The dress
was to be very short and tight. I was also to get a sexy lace bra and
tiny lace panties, garterbelt, stockings and the highest patent
leather, high heels I could find. I bought the items as soon as I
could afford them, finding the shoes at a Goodwill store. Of course, I
had to hide my new outfit so that Duane wouldn't see it.

	Almost everyday, when I dressed up in my outfit, it would
drive Joe absolutely nuts. He would go wild and our lovemaking hit new
heights of excitement. I would walk around in my outfit for him, and
then he would undress me down to the garterbelt, nylons and heels and
I would keep those on as we made love and sucked each other. We had a
wonderful relationship. We would carry on like this everyday and I
would have two, three, even sometimes four orgasms a day!

	One day, after classes resumed after Christmas break, Joe came
home from class and, out of the blue, told me he wanted me to dress up
in my black outfit and go with him to a friend's apartment. He said he
wanted to show my outfit to his friend.

	When I absolutely refused, he announced that there would be no
more sex, not even sucking, and left the house to live with his
friend.

	Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and called Joe at his
friend's apartment. People (including Duane) were asking me where Joe
was and why he wasn't home. But the real reason was, I now needed my
constant sex, and I especially needed Joe to suck me off to my
wonderful orgasms. On the phone, I pleaded with Joe to come back and
he didn't agree until I told him I would do anything he wanted me to
do.

	Joe returned in two days, and after about a week, our routine
was back to normal. The following weekend, Duane was out of town, and
Joe told me that he had set up a party with a friend of his (Mark),
and that I was to wear my sexy outfit. I was too ashamed to risk being
seen in public in the outfit, so I carried it in a small gym bag. When
we arrived at Mark's apartment, Joe introduced me as his "sexy
landlady", and said, "Her husband is out of town and anything goes!" I
was so embarrassed in front of this total stranger. Joe then went into
the kitchen to make drinks, and Mark put his arm around me, telling me
to put on the little outfit he had "heard so much about."

	When I had finished dressing, Mark kissed me and ran his hand
down inside the top of my dress, feeling my breasts. I pulled away and
yelled for Joe to drive me home. He said that I had promised to do
whatever he wanted, and that now was the time to prove it. He then
downed his entire drink, spun me around and unzipped my dress. It
dropped to the floor as he said to Mark, "Check out this fantastic
body! Have you ever seen any better?"

	I stood there, trembling and fighting back tears as Joe
unhooked my bra and pulled off my panties. I can never explain how
embarrassed and humiliated I was standing there, almost naked, in
front of a total stranger, and seeing the excitement blaze in his
eyes.

	Joe pushed me down on Mark's lap and went to make another
round of drinks. Mark's hands were all over my body - squeezing,
caressing, rubbing. Feeling my breasts, squeezing my hard nipples,
until finally, his hand forced its way between my thighs and found my
clitoris.

	Joe returned with the drinks and said, "Let's go to the
bedroom," where they both undressed and pushed me on the bed between
them.

	That Friday night (and Saturday morning!) from 9:00 p.m. to
4:00 a.m., the three of us participated in a sex orgy that was totally
unbelievable and beyond anything I had ever dreamed possible. Joe
screwed me three times, and Mark screwed me four times! Each of them
sucked me until I reached orgasms, and I sucked both of them off
twice. While Joe was screwing me, Mark straddled my chest and put his
cock into my mouth. Then they would switch, and Mark would screw me
from behind as I sucked Joe, lying on the bed. Joe fell asleep first
and then Mark, and that's the order I woke each of them the next
morning, by sucking them to orgasm.

	After that night, we returned to Mark's apartment at least
once a week, for repeat performances. One night, during the week, two
classmates stopped by and Mark invited them in. Within seconds they
were naked and getting on the bed. Joe insisted that I have sex with
them, too. They didn't even tell me their names, and before the night
was over, both of them had screwed me twice, and I had sucked them
both off to climaxes.

	Towards the end of the semester, Joe started bringing guys
home from class with him, telling me to have sex with them. When I
counted them up, I realized I had had sex with fourteen total
strangers (not counting Mark!). Every time I refused, Joe threatened
to move out, again, and I knew he meant it. After the first time with
me, some of them stopped back and had sex with me, even if Joe wasn't
home!

	Last week, at the end of the semester, Joe told me he wanted
me to go to a party with him. By then, I had an idea what kind of
party it would be, so I refused. He then told me that if I agreed to
go, he would find a job nearby, and stay at the house all summer,
instead of moving back to New Jersey until the Fall semester. Of
course, I couldn't bear the thought of four months without sex with
Joe, so I agreed to go.

	When I walked into the party in my black outfit, it was
immediately obvious that I was the only woman there. The guys, some of
whom had been to the house with Joe, all took turns dancing with me,
and that was fun. But within an hour, I was being led down the hall,
into a bedroom, and being stripped at Joe's urging. For the next four
hours, I had continuous sex, until all eleven men were exhausted, and
I couldn't get them aroused any more, no matter how hard I tried.

	That party made me stop and think about where my life was
headed. I think I still love Duane, even though he can't even begin to
drive me wild the way Joe does. I've hinted about oral sex with Duane,
but he says it just doesn't sound "proper."

	I know I'm on a wild ride with Joe and his college friends.

	I just don't know how to stop it. I know guys talk, and soon,
word about these orgies is bound to get out to someone. I'm even
running out of excuses for why I miss so many Sunday services when
Duane is out of town! Just today, Joe came home from his new
construction job for the summer and said he was telling all his
coworkers about what a sexy landlady he had!