"A girl that "took" was expelled from school, and shunned by her classmates. The boy responsible was regarded as a hero by his classmates and many a m...le get-together centered around what went where and how it felt. Guys went looking for the bad girl. The attitude was, "She's already knocked up. I want to try it on her." A bad girl was open season.We were married, we jumped through the hoops of our era, and made it legal, but neither of us had a clue about how it works ... not really. It was. Moving u*********sly I would slide down a little in my seat and part my knees a fraction. Taking this as a silent invitation the hand would crawl up and under my skirt to tickle the sensitivity of my expectant skin. The busy fingers would waste no time to explore the unknown territory, to walk over the soft swell of a luscious meadow, to trace their path through a patch of humid tropical rainforest and to enter a shady valley where in a mossy gully a little brook flew joyfully. I would arch. She was also just a sub acting bully, who avoided admitting her submissiveness even to herself. “Are you going to be an obedient little slut, or do I have to send you away so that you can earn your living by yourself?” She was hysterical, realizing what had just happened. “I will obey” was her feeble answer. “What a pathetic attempt, get away from my sight,” was my stern answer, while I turned to go back inside the house. “I will obey all of your commands mistress! I will be your obedient. Taking a deep breath, I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, and then moved my hands down onto his bare chest. As I slowly rubbed his chest, he finished unbuttoning the shirt that I was wearing, and gently pushing it back off my shoulders revealing that I was not wearing a bra.“Ah, no bra, and I’ll bet that you are not wearing any underpants either.” He commented as he unzipped the pants that I had on.Of course it was true. My underwear had worn out, and they were always the hardest.