1. Our Friend, Lover, and Dad


    Date: 9/8/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    service a girl provided. When a boy wanted sex, you were expected to give it to him. If a girl had needs, she was ridiculed and teased. Kelli and I had a hard time getting acclimated into the community and school. We were outsiders, held to a higher scrutiny, targeted because of our differences. If you act different, and have an accent, you ARE a target. Boyfriends were very different than back in Elliot Lake. They were rough, crude, and verbally abusive. My first boyfriend would grab my boobs and squeeze them painfully. If I complained he would call me a bitch, a fucking cunt, or a &#034ho.&#034 My second boyfriend slapped my ass while we made out. After the third slap I lost interest in him, which usually caused him to get verbally abusive. He believed all girls enjoyed pain when having sex. My third boyfriend, Greg, was an older guy who attended the local trade university. He was eighteen, and I was thirteen. Yeah, I know that is quite a difference in ages, but we got along OK most of the time and his friends were semi- tolerant of me. I also looked older, carried myself well, and was articulate when I spoke. The university my boyfriend attended focused on diesel and gas engines, so basically he was studying to be an automotive mechanic. Although not really physically abusive, he was verbally abusive. It was always fuck this and fuck that, and every other curse word you could think of. He also had a problem with hygiene. The last thing any girl wants is for some guy with ...
    oily fingers putting their hands on her tits or panties, kissing her with a greasy face, or hugging with body odor. I was tolerant till someone better would come my way. Kelli was starting to come into her sexuality. We would talk about the boys and how they treated us. She was obviously distraught at the quality of decent guys. She had problems at school with minority k**s pushing her down, smacking her books out of her arms, tripping her, or calling her &#034Canadian Bacon&#034 because of her nationality. Her accent provoked a lot of teasing so she learned quickly to keep her mouth shut and not speak. This was totally different from her back in Ontario. Her boyfriend was like mine, sort of an uneducated, unmannered boor, named Todd. I had dreams of moving back to Elliot Lake or someplace up north once I was on my own. But we also didn't want to leave mom. Kelli and I talked many times how nice, civil, and quiet it was back north. But for now we were stuck in this fucking hell-hole of a town with people we didn't like. We longed to find an educated, mannered, loving man like our father for us, and mom. It had been a tense time in school this past year with bomb threats, fights in the hallways, and k**s generally acting like assholes in class. My mom took my s****r and me to the doctor and put both of us on birth control. Her fear was that one of us would get ****d and get pregnant. I think she knew what kind of loser guys lived in town and knew that any pregnancy would lead ...
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