BLoG 1: Becoming an English slut wife

Hey everyone thanks for stopping by for a read. I though my first blog should be about how I came to be me.

I grew up in a small town in the south west in a mainly christian community. That means I was a very good girl for much of my early life and I didn't really get going till I went to uni. Before leaving I was convinced to pop my cherry with my then boy friend, it was a quick fumble in the dark and most unsatisfying. After that experience any intrigue I'd had about a bit of the other went out of my head. So I went off to uni with high hopes of a decent education and not quite expecting the fuck fest that was to come.

To start with freshers week was a blast, of booze, silly games and making lots of friends. One of whom, still one of my besties, was hopping on and off more dick than anyone could could keep track of. One night while having dinner I had to ask if it was really that good. She laughed smiled and asked how many I'd had. A little bit bashful I told her about the only one. I kind of expected her to laugh but she opened a bottle of wine and we had a good old natter all night which ended with two bits of advice. Firstly I had to understand what I wanted and to do that I had to do some soul searching. Well not soul but pussy really. Nat (my bestie) took me to her room and unveiled a small collection of toys. I'd never seen anything like them before and I was a little nervous. Nat rummaged around, pulled out a clear sparkly dildo, gave it a sniff and handed it to me. "Try this, its nice and clean" and with that I spent most of the next few days in my room riding her dildo and watching porn. It was all about discovering my first real orgasm and what I enjoyed. Friday night came and Nat hadn't really seen me for days and just barged into my room without knocking (in my hurry to get going after a lecture I hadn't locked the door)! I was sat on my bed legs spread working my pussy hard when she came in. I was so ashamed at being caught that way. Nat could see this, laughed it off and told me some very kind words that put me at ease. As it turns out she was and is very bi and quite enjoyed the view! After that we really became sisters united by a dildo and later on by cock. So she told me it was time to get out and get some real dick. I was a bit nervous but we got on the booze, got dressed up. In her gear really, i didnt having anything suitable at the time. I must have looked so silly squeezing into clothes a size too small but my boobs did look amazing all squashed together. Again I got quite a bit more drunk that night, ended up sucking off one guy in the su bar toilets, my very first bj!! And then ended up back at my room with a very fit lad from the rugby team. He was a second year and knew exactly what he was doing.

After that night my eyes and everything else were wide open to all the possible opportunities there could be!!