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French Creek
by Sweet Irish (address withheld)
***
A woman tells of her sexual adventures from childhood
till she is an adult. The family she grew up with
started her on a path of sex. Her path took many turns
as she found sex where ever any male was around. (MMg,
extreme-ped, inc, orgy)
***
Thoughts, which are words, flow from my mind, down my
spine, and end up in the tips of my fingers, as they
press lightly on the keypad of my computer. One must
follow the story and make their own determination as to
the validity of the story being fiction or nonfiction.
As for myself, I can assuredly understand the decision
the reader will face as their eyes read the description
of my young body being subjected to stimulation. You,
Reader, decide if the contents of this story are real
or a figment of my imagination. At the same time place
yourself inside, at the time my story commences, inside
my 10-year-old body, experience your first sexual
exposure by family members.
*****
My family would spend the hot summer days in a cabin
along side French Creek, which my mom's sister and her
husband owned. Living in Pittsburgh in the 50 and 60's,
it was a special treat when dad and mom would take us
kids to the cabin for a week or more several times each
summer.
This story happened around the time I would have been
10 years old. The whole family had traveled to the
Union City area where the cabin was located. For weeks,
mom, I, and my siblings stayed at the cabin, while dad
and the other men returned to Pittsburgh to work.
During one week the men were all present. Staying at
the cabin were, mom and dad, Uncle Franz and Aunt June,
my parents best friends' Max and Jane. Also my mom's
brother, my Uncle Eddie, as well as my four siblings
who were younger than I, was also staying at the cabin.
Now for what happened to me that I still find no way to
account for the entire situation that occurred in the
cabin the week we were all there. It was really hot and
we kids would sleep in just our panties, and in fact
wore only our under pants, shorts with no tops or our
bathing suits during the day.
Saturday night after going to bed, I awoke to find
someone was pulling my panties down over my hips, until
they were eased off my legs. Yet I could not see who
was undressing me as the room I slept in was very dark.
The room was without windows and other than from the
door, no light shined into my personal room. In reality
the room was only about five by 8 feet and was divided
from another larger room. Being hot and with no window
to allow air to enter the room, it was common for me to
sleep in my underpants.
Evidently I went right back to sleep in my childhood
ways, as most children do when they wake at night, then
go back to sleep. Then I seemed to become aroused from
my sleep and felt what seemed like someone laying on
top of me. But not heavy and directly on top of me, but
more like they were laying up over me in some manner.
I remember my legs being pushed apart and something
touching against my thing with which I peed. The
feelings seemed to come and go and I became somewhat
awake but cannot remember all that happened.
The person who was over my body was bumping something
against the opening between my legs and I remember it
felt good as it rubbed against me. My knowledge of sex
told me that what was happening was assuredly sex, but
it didn't hurt and actually felt good. Then it seemed
that the thing rubbing against me pushed inside me a
little way.
After a few minutes I felt a hot substance between my
legs. In my youthful ignorance, I assumed I had peed
the bed and hoped mom wouldn't be upset or tell anyone
else.
The next day when I had walked to favorite "hide out,"
after the person crawled into my bed, I found some
adult magazines under the brush where I played. This
special hideout of mine was some thick brush that was
in front of some rock outcropping that I'd found by
crawling under the brush to get to the rocks. There was
a fairly large place where I could play and be alone.
When I found the magazines, my first thought was that
someone had discovered my personal hideout.
Then my mind completely forgot about someone finding my
hideout when I opened one of the three magazines left
under the brush. The pages opened up a new world of
excitement to my 10-year-old mind. Viewing the
magazines, I saw pictures of women and men nude, and
the pictures showed white stuff squirting out of the
men's things, which I didn't understand.
I believe at that point I believed when boys and men
peed, and it was white stuff. I was somewhat familiar
with sex, but the overall details I found in the
magazine pictures, I didn't relate to what I had
experienced the previous night.
Looking at the pictures allowed me to somewhat
understood that the wetness, I had felt on me the
previous night was evidently the stuff squirting out of
the men's things in the magazine photographs.
One of the magazines had photos of men's things inside
the opening between women's legs. Some showed the women
having the men's things in their butt. My mind could
not really associate what I was seeing with sex but I
realized that was what the books were all about. I
don't remember ever thinking about who put them under
the brush, but I realize after being older that someone
had placed them where they knew I would discover them.
I'm certain that whoever put the magazines in my hiding
place was almost certainly the same one who got in my
bed and bumped their thing against mine.
The next night after going to bed I tried to stay
awake, in the event someone did enter my room, and I
would be able to see who would enter my room again.
Especially if they were planning on doing it again.
However I went to sleep and when I awoke someone was
again on top of me and my panties had been removed.
This time I looked forward to feeling the wet stuff on
me and when I felt it squirt between my legs, I just
held my breath until the man left my room.
When the feeling of someone laying over me ended and I
was alone in the bed, I eventually went back to sleep.
Before going back to sleep I moved my hand down to feel
my thing and it felt different after being touched by a
man's thing as it had been. Surprise was not the word
to describe the thoughts that went through my mind when
my fingers touched the wetness that had been splashed
against my thing by the person who had gotten into bed
with me.
The feeling of the wet stuff was unlike anything I had
ever touched in my young life. Moving my fingers and
hands over my tummy and between my legs I begin to rub
my thing for the very first time, and it made me feel
funny inside. My finger pushed the creamy stuff inside
me but was likely only because it was on my fingers but
I didn't intentionally push it up into my thing. To
this day I remember how my little hole started to feel
funny as I moved my finger all over and even inside it,
and it scarred me, and I stopped.
Each night after that, for the whole week someone
crawled into bed with me. I would awake to the feeling
of something rubbing my thing between my legs. In fact
the wet feeling I realized was not from my peeing, but
the person rubbing me was peeing that white stuff of
his on me. My mind said I should tell my mom but I was
afraid she would become mad at me and blame me for
something that I wasn't even sure as to what was
happening.
Each day I would go by myself to my hiding place and
look at the magazines. One day a different book was
there and it contained stories. When I read it, I
discovered what the white stuff was called come. That
men squirted comes when they engaged in sex of any
kind.
After reading some of the articles I knew that someone
was having sex with me. Different times my mom had told
me not to allow boys to touch me between my legs. Even
in school the teacher had spoken about being molested.
Yet I didn't believe what was being done to me harmful.
In fact I found it exciting that I was having sex, but
shouldn't be, I understood.
Saturday night came; I again tried to stay awake but
was unable to do so. Yet the person came into my bed
and must have been surprised as I had removed my
panties before laying down to sleep. The difference
this night was entirely different from the previous
times the person got into my bed and rubbed his thing
between my legs.
After the person bumped his thing against mine, he laid
down beside me in the bed. He reached over and pulled
me against him and we lay on our sides. Whoever was in
bed with me knew I was awake, and as I lay on my left
side, the man pulled my tiny leg up and placed his
thing between a mine and then just lay with me. My mind
was full of wonder as I knew what was happening and I
felt excited and scarred at the same time.
After a short time the man began to move his thing back
and forth between my clinched thighs and when it
stroked against my thing it felt really great. After a
short while the man took his thing in his hand, after
pulling my leg up on top of his, moved his thing up and
down my tiny slit.
Each time it moved at the top of my thing it felt even
better. The man knew I was enjoying what he was doing
when I made a little "awgh" sounds, he placed his
finger over my mouth to let me know to be quite and not
make any noise.
Then the man was rubbing his thing just at the spot at
the top of my thing that I had only found in the past
nights when I rubbed my thing after the man had put his
come on me. My hips started to move just a little from
the feeling I was receiving. The sensations would not
allow me to lie still on my side as I became excited.
After a short time the man moved me onto my back and
positioned himself between my legs. Never could I have
believed that this would be happening to me as my mind
kept thinking of what I had seen in the magazines as
they showed only adults. I knew that men weren't
supposed to do this with little girls but I liked the
feeling of his thing against mine.
I thought of how each night after the man had squirted
his stuff against me I would play my fingers in the
soothing creamy stuff and liked feeling it as I pushed
it into the edge of my little narrow opening.
Then the rubbing commenced again in a few minutes and
this time it seemed to hurt and felt like he was trying
to push his thing inside my opening. This night I was
certain someone was having sex with me. It felt good,
though I was scarred about it and knew it was wrong.
I remember the man reached between our bodies and it
seemed he was using his fingers to pull my thing open.
When his fingers touched the spot at the top I
shuddered as he kept pushing it inside my thing, and
kind of squeezed my thing some way between his finger
tips.
Yet it felt good and I enjoyed feeling my thing being
rubbed and getting wet as I had determined what was
being placed against me in my private body area. The
second time I felt the man try to get it deeper inside
me, I became really frightened and didn't understand
what I should do as it hurt.
Perhaps I was too small for the thing to enter my
thing. I didn't know if that was true but the man
continued to rub it up and down my slit, trying to get
it inside me. After feeling it get me wet again, as the
man did the come thing. Whoever was doing it, got up
and left the room after he got me wet the second time.
I remember seeing three or four flashes of light after
the person left my room.
The flashes of light were not all together, but seemed
to be a minute or so apart. The next morning when I
work up my thing felt sore and was covered in some type
of dried flakily stuff and it was all over my stomach
and between my legs and down to my butt. The stuff was
all over the bed as well. It was still dark, so I went
back to sleep while holding my hand and fingers over my
sex in an attempt too easy the soreness I felt.
Sometime later I again woke to someone being on top of
me and rubbing his thing against mine. This time it
only lasted a very short time until I felt him come and
his stuff squirted against my thing.
Before going back to sleep me again, someone else
crawled into bed with me. I knew it was the one who
first started rubbing me between my legs. My visitor's
body was different from the one who had just left my
bed, and this is the one who came to me each night and
had laid in bed with his thing between my legs and then
tried to push inside my little hole.
The vee between my legs was really wet from all the
come on it and this time as the man pushed against my
thing I felt it slip a little way inside me. A few
years later I understood that the man had lodged the
head of his penis into my body. At 10, I only knew it
to begin to hurt when he attempted to push deeper
inside my body.
After the man had somewhat fixed his thing firmly in
the opening, between my 10 years gracefully slender
legs, he commenced moving it just slightly back and
forth in my little hole.
I started to enjoy feeling it pushing in and out and
begin my own involuntary movements of my hips. At one
point I remember his seeming to push deeper as I moved
upward with his thing pushing up into my body. A sharp
pain caused me to jerk back away from the contact of
the man. After that he simply moved it just in the edge
again.
A few years later I was able to determine that he had
pushed against my immature hymen. As the man continued
to move within me, I would feel the sharp pain but he
always stopped pushing deeper into me when he felt me
try to break the contact with his thing.
Several minutes passed and I felt the man trying to
push deeper inside my body, I became freighted but
instead of hurting me he just shook and I felt his
thing quiver like and I knew he was squirting his cream
inside my adolescent body. This caused a different
feeling inside my sex and even with a slight pain; I
enjoyed the deeper contact than just on the outer
edges. After he did that, he lay on top of me and after
a while I felt his thing get small and slip out of the
edge of my thing.
When he got up from my bed and left the room, I reached
my fingers down and touched my opening. It felt sore
and was really wet and when I pushed my fingers down to
the opening I could feel the creamy come running out of
me. My knowledge of sex was limited but I had no doubt
that I had just had sex. That the pain I experienced
from having the man push against my hymen told me that
something made it hurt but I didn't know what a hymen
or "cherry" was at 10 years of age.
Just I was going back to sleep the lights flashed
several times. Once I felt the man kneel on the bed,
between my legs, and push them wider apart. At that age
I didn't realize that the man was taking pictures of my
thing and the come that was running out of my body.
That should have been the end of a young girl's sexual
dilemma, but by the next few months and again the
following December, contact with adults continued. For
the rest of the summer, I and my younger siblings would
stay at the French Creek cabin with either of our
parents, my mother's parent or my Grandpa Nick, or
Uncle Franz and Aunt June.
One week only I stayed with my Grandpa Nick at the
cabin, as my grandmother had to go home as her brother
was sick and she went to help take of him and his wife.
The first night Grandpa Nick and I were alone, he came
into the bathroom while I was bathing. He said he had
to pee and couldn't wait until I was through with my
bath. I watch as Grandpa Nick pulled his thing out of
his underwear and urinated in front of me.
My eyes never left the image of his thing as he used
the toilet in front of me. Though I remember being
embarrassed with Grandpa Nick being in the bathroom
while I bathed, I wasn't to upset. I considered this
the same as when my siblings and I would walk around
nude or wearing just our underwear.
Perhaps I recognized he was exposing himself in front
of me but our family was not really that up tight about
nudity, although we rarely walked around in front of
each other nude. Seeing Grandpa Nicks' thing I
recognized that it was what had been bumped against my
little female thing that wasn't suppose to be touched
by adults, or anyone for that matter.
When it was time for bed, Grandpa Nick asked me,
"Honey, why don't you curl up in bed with Grandpa Nick
tonight, as Grandma Eva isn't here to keep us company
tonight?" Sometimes my Grandpa Nick would take me and
my siblings with them on vacation when they spent a few
weeks in Florida. During these trips, my siblings and
me sometimes slept in the same bed with our Grandpa
Nick or even our parents, as we didn't have the money
to have separate rooms.
Crawling into bed with Grandpa Nick wasn't any
different form when we would be at Florida, and I
remember snuggling up against Grandpa Nick and going to
sleep. That night I didn't wear anything to bed except
my panties. Sometime during the night I awoke and felt
Grandpa Nick was holding me in his arms and I could
feel this thing moving back and forth between my
thighs. More surprising was the fact that I realized my
panties had been removed while I was asleep.
I felt Grandpa Nick moving his thing between my little
thighs, I pretended to be asleep. I was apprehensive to
let him know I was awake, the same as I had when I
first felt the bumping and rubbing of the men's things
against the vee of my body at the cabin.
My mind said I shouldn't allow this to be happening and
that men weren't supposed to touch a girl on her
private body parts. Yet I enjoyed the stimulation I was
receiving from this as I had previously, the times
someone had done this the few weeks before.
Finally I felt Grandpa Nick reach down and take his
thing in his hand and rub it against me and it started
to feel really different that it ever had previously.
Grandpa Nick seemed to hub it against the very top of
my little cleft, and then he pulled my leg up on top of
his leg.
Finally I felt the warm wet stuff come out of Grandpa
Nick's thing and land on me. Grandpa Nick made some
really funny sounds and as I lay there with my leg on
his and his stuff was all over my thing, he reached
down and took his fingertip and rubbed it across my
thing.
Before long I felt Grandpa Nick using his finger to rub
the stuff on my thing, it seemed he was trying to push
it up inside me with his fingers. At one point it hurt
when it seemed his finger got kind of deep inside.
However, I just lay and let him believe I was still
sleeping and eventually I did go back to sleep with
Grandpa Nick's thing against my tiny hole.
Sometime during the night I awoke to find I was laying
on top of Grandpa Nick and his thing was wedged up
against my little sex and it felt good. Before long I
commenced to rub myself against his thing and I felt
like something was going to happen between my little
thighs.
When it did, I just shut my eyes and pushed really hard
against Grandpa Nick's thing with my immature sex. It
wasn't until years later that I determined that was the
start of my masturbating, which has continued even to
this current time.
For the reminder of the week I sleep in bed with
Grandpa Nick and I would pretend to be asleep so I
could feel him bump and rub against my opening with his
stick thing. My body seemed to crave the feeling I was
receiving from the contact between or bodies and I
would rub against the sheets if I didn't get to rub the
vee of my legs against Grandpa Nick's thing.
One night after I had gone to sleep, I awoke to find
Grandpa Nick was laying between my legs and his thing
was pushing inside the opening of my thing. It seemed
that it was part way up inside me and I was astonished
to find it had somehow been able to get in me. Finally
as Grandpa Nick moved it in and out, it hurt and I
cried out from the pain like feeling. Grandpa Nick
stopped moving inside me and then worked it back and
forth as deep as he could until I would say, "Ouch."
That we were having sex, I knew, but for whatever the
reason I didn't feel it was actually having intercourse
that I had been warned about. When I felt Grandpa Nick
wet inside me, it seemed he pushed deeper and it hurt
but I enjoyed feeling the wet stuff up inside me deep
for the very first time. After it was over, I must have
gone to sleep immediately and I didn't wake up the next
morning until almost 10 o'clock.
When I felt Grandpa Nick pushing inside me and I cried
out, I understood that Grandpa Nick was sure I was
awake. Yet he ignored my sounds, but he didn't say
anything to me but continued to move his thing back and
forth. The only sounds he made were not words but more
like grunts as we lay together.
I can remember that I enjoyed the feeling of his moving
back and forth but I was scarred, also. This was likely
this first time that I was actually aware that what I
had happen to me at French Creek, and then with Grandpa
Nick was sex. That it was actually sex I remember it as
feeling pleasant, and wondered why it was suppose to be
bad and such, but more than anything, I liked it, a bad
thing or not, it felt good.
Until the weekend arrived and my parents returned with
Grandma Eva, I would go to bed with Grandpa Nick
without wearing any panties. Grandpa Nick never spoke
to me in bed, and I never said anything, to him. I just
knew what we would do and I allowed it without
complaining or protesting. Feeling the wet stuff inside
me, I soon looked forward to happening. In fact that
was the part I enjoyed the most.
For some reason nothing occurred the rest of the
summer, even though we spent almost each week or
weekends at the French Creek cabin. Some nights I would
wake up and wish that some man would be in bed with me
and bump his thing against mime and splash his wet
stuff between my legs.
The time I had spent alone with Grandpa Nick made me
want the feeling of a man's thing inside the entrance
of my body. Usually I would rub my thing against the
sheets or sometimes rub my thing against a towel I had
placed against the sink in the bathroom. I never really
got the satisfaction I desired but it helped.
Until Thanksgiving Week nothing happened between my
family members and me. I did wonder if my siblings were
experiencing the same sex play that I had with the men.
My Grandpa Nick was the only one during that time that
I really knew who was touching me in what was suppose
to be inappropriate with a child. Myself, I found it
enjoyable and wish it would happen again.
Over the Thanksgiving week, my Uncle Franz and Aunt
June took me with them to Florida for a week at their
Clearwater Beach timeshare. This was my first time to
fly and I was really excited. After landing in Tampa,
Uncle Franz rented a car, and we drove to their
timeshare on Clearwater Beach. After unpacking, Aunt
June said she was taking me shopping and I should take
a shower before we left.
While I was showering, Aunt June entered the bathroom
with Uncle Franz, and as I stepped from the tub, Aunt
June started to dry me off. I remember she made it like
a game so I thought nothing of the intimacy between us.
Especially when she dried between my legs and sometimes
didn't use the towel. Aunt June told Uncle Franz,
"Here, dry our cute little niece."
Even Uncle Franz touching me didn't seem a problem, as
I laughed while they dried me.
The shops were really neat and when Aunt June said I
needed a new bathing suit, she had me try on two piece
bikinis and I loved them. Until then my bathing suits
were one piece and usually had some kind of ruffle
around the middle of them and they looked ugly.
Aunt June seemed to know just how to make me happy with
the clothes she let me pick out or those she insisted I
needed. Either way, this was like a big Christmas for
me. Several times Aunt June would find it necessary to
adjust my clothes as I tried them on, and at one point
stroked me between my legs until I squirmed and
giggled. She laughed and I remember her asking, "You
like that, Jade?"
By the time Aunt June called it quits and we returned
home, I had several new skirts, shorts and tops, and
three new dresses. I was in heaven thinking of all the
new clothes I had just gotten. Never had my parents
been able to purchase this many clothes for me at one
time. Aunt June told me that the dresses would be
necessary when the three of us went out to dinner in
nice restaurants.
That night when I got dressed up, as did Aunt June as
Uncle Franz, we went to the nicest and most expensive
restaurant I had ever been in and couldn't believe what
it was like to sit next to the window and see Tampa Bay
and the people walking along the water's edge.
Over dinner, Uncle Franz would occasionally reach out
and rub my arm and tell me how beautiful I looked and
he was glad I was having the trip with him and Aunt
June. A few times his hand would pat my leg while we
were speaking over dinner, but I wished his thing would
touch me between my legs.
After eating, the three of us walked along the beach
and I looked up where we had eaten dinner and said,
"Look Uncle Franz that is where we ate and looked at
the water. Now people are looking at us like we did
when we were in the restaurant."
That night as we got ready for bed, Aunt June said I
didn't need to sleep alone and if I wished, could sleep
between her and Uncle Franz. I got in bed with just the
new slick rayon panties Aunt June had purchased for me
when we were shopping.
Sometime during the night I woke up and felt Uncle
Franz's hands were pulling my panties down. Without
raising my hips to help him, he finally got my panties
down and over my feet. My mind told me what was about
to happen and I was anxious to feel someone push and
rub my thing and have the creamy stick stuff against my
little hole.
How I knew, I'm uncertain, but I realized Uncle Franz's
thing was really small from the other's I had felt
bumping against my opening. After maybe five minutes, I
felt Uncle Franz move so he could pull me onto my side
and pull my leg up over his. Uncle Franz guided his
tiny thing and commenced rubbing it between and inside
the opening between my legs.
The feeling I got from Uncle Franz wasn't nearly as
good as I had when the others had touched me in such a
manner. Then Uncle Franz rolled me onto my back and
moved the end of his thing inside me and started moving
it back and forth.
It started to hurt inside as it had with Grandpa Nick
only this time I could feel it going deeper into my
body. Then it hurt really bad, and it made me want to
cry, but I remained silent. For some reason I knew I
was being violated completely by Uncle Franz and I
didn't enjoy it like I had with Grandpa Nick.
Within a few moments Uncle Franz used his hands on my
hips to pull me tight against him. His lips moved onto
mine and he was giving me my first kiss. Pulling me
toward him as he pushed against me, Uncle Franz pushed
his thing in deep and it really hurt.
I attempted to get away as it really hurt, but before I
could move, Uncle Franz pushed my legs upward and
farther apart with his. I felt him bumping in and out
of me and it continued to hurt and I wanted to cry but
knew it would wake up Aunt June.
Later I determine Aunt June was awake and had been a
part of preparing me for Uncle Franz assaulting me, and
I understood was his taking my virginity. How long I
lay under Uncle Franz I can't really state. It seemed
to last forever with Uncle Franz and I wanted it to
end, and finally it did, and I felt his thing wet
inside my body. My mind told me I had just had sex and
I was scarred. In my innocent mind, I feared I would
become pregnant.
After Uncle Franz went to sleep and I believed Aunt
June was as well, I lay between them and started crying
over what had happened. How long I lay awake I'm
uncertain but I know that it was likely an hour. For
some reason the act with Uncle Franz was a complete
violation of my young body, whereas with Grandpa Nick
and the others, who got in my bed made it seem fun.
The next morning Aunt June got up and left Uncle Franz
and I alone in the bed. Before long I felt Uncle Franz
moving his hands between my legs and before long he was
pushing his thing up inside me. It hurt and I felt sore
but I didn't say anything and finally after a few
minutes I knew he had wet his stuff in me again, then
we both got out of bed and I took a shower and ate
breakfast with my aunt and uncle.
When I arose from the bed, I saw blood all over the
lower part of my body and on the bed sheets. I wanted
to cry, but instead I ran into the bathroom. After my
bath, I returned to the bedroom to get my stuff and saw
that Aunt June had made the bed and I knew she had
seemed the blood.
For the remainder of the trip, I slept with Uncle
Franz. In fact, he and I started sleeping in the spare
bedroom and Aunt June slept in the bed where I had lost
my virginity. Uncle Franz made no effort to hide the
fact we were having sex and he taught me many ways to
satisfy himself, and I guess myself.
Some nights Uncle Franz would do it several times,
maybe four or more, I have lost count of the times by
this late time in my life. One night he licked between
my legs and I remembered seeing this being done to
women in the magazines I had found under the brush
where I played at French Creek. Feeling Uncle Franz
licks between my legs, I enjoyed very much and
afterwards hoped he would do it again but he never
performed that on me again.
A few times Uncle Franz asked me to take his thing into
my mouth but I refused and he would tell me I didn't
love him like he did me. After a couple of times of his
asking, I finally did take his thing into my mouth and
when he let his stuff come in my mouth I thought I
would throw up. I never did it to him again, but I love
doing oral sex now.
While staying at Clearwater Beach, Aunt June took me
shopping almost every day and I knew she was doing it
to keep me from telling anyone what Uncle Franz was
doing with me. Aunt June would not have had to worry,
as I beginning to enjoy feeling Uncle Franz between my
legs and push his tiny thing inside my body.
If I was to make an estimate of how large his thing
was, today, it must have been only about the size of my
middle finger. This may be the reason Aunt June and
Uncle Franz never had children. I do know that I was
lucky that he wasn't bigger when he started having sex
with me as I was very slim and my thing wasn't very big
then or even currently.
Once, when I was a few years older, a man's semen
squirted on and inside my sex, and I knew it was what
had occurred each night that week at French Creek was
sex with Uncle Franz. The man wanted photos of me with
his stuff all over my thing. I believe it was shortly
after my thirteenth birthday when the man asked to take
my picture and offered me $20,
This happened one day when I had went by myself to the
city park about three blocks form where we lived. While
I was playing on the swings a man came over and started
to speak with me and he had a camera with him and asked
if he could take my photo.
I was wearing a short dress and the man asked me to
swing really high up so he could get some good shots.
At the time my inexperience didn't tell me that he
wanted to look up under my dress and view my legs. This
was around 1967, so people weren't as aware of men
being a problem for young girls.
After several minutes the man said to me, "You're so
nice, I'll treat you to some ice cream at the drug
store across the street." My mind said I shouldn't go
with him but I felt as it was just across the street it
would be ok. While eating ice cream the man said he
would give me another twenty dollars if I would go to
his place and let him take more photographs. "By the
way, my name is Stu, so you can call me that if you
wish."
To me that was a lot of money and I was scarred but he
seemed nice so I said, "OK." I wondered how I could
keep the money without my mother knowing I had that
much money or how I had gotten the money. The man must
have read my mind as he told me, "Just tell your mom
you found the money on the ground in the park."
His apartment was about four blocks away and I walked
behind him to his place so it didn't appear I was with
him, Once inside he spoke with me a while, took some
pictures and even had me put on a bathing suit to have
me pose in for him. When he asked me to pose for him in
the nude I said no, but he talked me into it.
Without a doubt, no more than ten minutes had passed
and I was laying on his bed with my clothes off. Then
the man commenced to remove his clothes and moved on
the bed with me and continued to take pictures of me. I
knew it was wrong to be nude and it was against the law
for someone to photograph a young girl nude, but I felt
like I was liked and allowed it to continue.
While the man took the pictures, he had me move so he
could see my thing and my just starting to developing
breast. My breast had started to puff out and were
really just breast buds. At this point in my life I
still had very little hair on my moms. In fact, until I
was at least 18, my pubic hair was only a small patch
of reddish fine hairs that lay flat on my mons, and had
no curl.
Until I was in my late 20's, my pubic hair only adorned
my mons, and finally a light growth of silk red hair
grew down onto my labia. Even today, I have very little
hair on my labia and mons and it has turned into a
lovely auburn color, which I wish was the color of the
hair on my head.
Eventually Stu walked on his knees to where he was
between my legs and had me hold them really wide apart.
When I felt him move so his thing was against mine, I
just took it as part of what had happened with me the
times at French Creek and with Uncle Franz in Florida.
He pushed it in me and he was big and he had trouble
pushing it up inside me at first. While he was doing it
to me he continued to photograph me, especially it
seemed of my face and where our things were joined
together.
The man did it to me twice that day and after he was
done, took close up photos of my vagina covered with
his wetness. He had me stand up over him and as I did
so, he pointed the camera up and took pictures of the
stuff dripping from inside my body,
By the time I turned 14, I must have been with this man
a hundred times. After a few times of meeting with
"Stu," the photographer, I started to enjoy his having
sex with me. Thinking back over the number of times we
had sex, I wonder why he never wanted to have oral sex
with me or for me to perform oral sex on him. One fact
I do remember about his wanting sex was when he asked
me to let a friend pose with me.
That scarred me but one day I replied, "Who is it?"
"Just a friend and you'll like him, so how about it?
I'll give you an extra five dollars."
The following week when I walked into his apartment, I
almost left as there was a large black man sitting on
the sofa. Stu could tell I was upset and he assured me,
"You'll enjoy my best friend Koho, so just relax."
My family had never associated with blacks and in
school I simply stayed away from them. Now my friend
wanted me to pose with a black man.
After a while I undressed and I felt odd to be nude in
front of Koho and held my hands over my breast and kept
my legs crossed as I sat on the sofa. Finally Stu said
it was time to do the photos and we walked into the
bedroom. I watched as Koho undressed and his body was
large and firm and very bark, almost ebony in color.
When he was fully unclothed, I couldn't believe how
large his thing seemed to be and it reminded me of the
comments you would hear around school or even at home
about black men having large penises.
At first Stu only took photos of me alone or of Koho by
himself. Then he had me pose with Koho, and when Koho
took my hand and placed it on his penis, I realized how
big and hard it was. In addition I realized that this
was the first one I had really ever held onto or
touched a penis and I was frightened and unsure what I
should do.
Then Koho moved me down onto the bed, and his hands
were so large that he could easily hold both my small
hips in one of his hands. At that time I likely weighed
about 90 pounds and although I wasn't skinny, I was
very small, in body size.
I remember telling Stu, "No, I can't let him do
anything; he is so big and will smoother me." That
comment wasn't about his penis but his large muscular
body that assuredly was 225 pounds in weight.
Yet I didn't try to get up and evidently having allowed
all the previous sexual encounters happen since I was
10, I lay passive and allowed Koho to do as he wished.
Looking at Koho as I lay supine on the bed, Stu begins
taking photographs as Koho rubbed his penis over my
vagina.
Then a new twist was added to the photo sessions as Stu
begin to use a video camera to record the sex between
Koho and myself. Looking at the side of the bed I could
watch what was happening, while Stu video taped me
having sex with Koho. I could not believe how Stu would
film me between my legs and even my small breast.
The thought came into my mind that I had never seen any
of the photographs Stu had taken of me and now I could
view on the TV what the photos would have been like.
Only this was with a black man, I became afraid of what
was going on and commenced crying.
Stu stopped filming and said I would look beautiful on
the video and he would pay me another $20 dollar for
making a movie with Koho. Finally I stopped crying and
the filming begins again.
Koho was now between my legs and he pulled my right leg
up onto his shoulder and this allowed my sex to be wide
open and I could view it on the TV. Watching the TV I
saw Koho place his penis at the lips of my thing. The
image was weird for me to watch but also fascinating as
Koho's large dark black looking penis, which almost
appeared to be purple in color, was pushing up and down
between my labia.
Looking at my thing being parted by Koho's dark black
thing made me feel strange but then I felt and saw at
the same time; his large fingers pull my thing open as
he rubbed against my sex. Never had I saw or felt
anything like this before when someone played with me.
Kohio used his large fingers to kind of reach inside my
vagina and pull it open and at the same time, pulled
the inner labia out and held me open for Stu to video
tape my tiny opening.
For the first time ever I was able to see what happens
when a penis slides up inside me. At first it didn't
seem to fit, then I felt my self being spread open and
being stuck with the large black thing Kohio had
between his legs. All at once Kohio was trying to push
his thing in me and it hurt as it was so thick and
really large around the end. I remember thinking it
looked like a black baseball. It was so round looking
and dark.
Looking at Stu I saw he had placed two more video
cameras on stands. One was by the bed near my head and
the other was kind of off to the side so it showed my
body and Koho's from the side and down from our heads.
Kohio commenced working his penis deeper into me and I
cried out it hurt and to stop as I couldn't take it as
it was too large. Looking around I could see the TV
which was focused on my face and the look on my face
showed the pain I was feeling my being stuffed by
Koho's big thing.
When Kohio had driven about half of his manhood into my
body I cried out, "No more, it is too big, take it out.
NO! It is too much, it hurts. STOP!!"
Stu spoke to Kohio and said to him, "Give her all that
hard black cock, as I have the cameras ready to capture
her screams and pain."
I know what was about to happen but I was unable to
move or stop what I knew was going to be painful.
Watching first one camera and then another, I observed
Kohio pull back slightly from my thing and then shove
with all his might again deep into my body.
"STOP - TAKE IT OUT - NO MORE, I can't stand it
anymore, it hurts," I screamed out as Kohio continued
driving in and out of my sex. I could sec blood easing
out from my sex when Kohio pulled back out.
How long I was taken by Kohio I really don't know but I
did not leave Stu's apartment until just before 5:00
that afternoon. The worst was when Kohio took me while
I was on my hands and knees and he could drive into me
from behind. That hurt worse than when he was on top of
me and completely covered my small body with his.
After he had ridden me from behind he pulled out and
pushed his penis against my back hole. It hurt and the
tears flowed from my eyes as he entered me. It was a
considerable time before Kohio was able to enter my
butt completely, but when he was lodged as deep in my
bowels as he could reach with his large black penis, he
simply held it deep inside without moving it back and
forth.
After a few minutes' Kohio commenced pulling it out of
my butt and then pushing it back inside me until I
could feel his curly and kinky hair against my hips.
The total time he took my butt, I cried and begged him
to stop. There is no doubt that this video must have
been well liked from the expressions on my face and the
sounds and crying that was captured as I received my
first anal sex I have ever had.
I can guarantee you that no man will ever take my butt
again. NEVER, although I did allow Stu to video me
doing it with a man who I don't even remember his name,
about a week later. That was the last time; you can
believe me that I ever did that again!
By the time I left Stu's apartment my body felt sore
and ached and my sex was sore and still bleeding a
little. My butt hurt so bad it was difficult to set
down when I got home. After dinner I had to do the
dishes and it was about all I could do to stand at the
sink and work.
Two days later I was eating some ice cream at the drug
store and Stu came in and sat down next to me. "Hi, how
are you doing Jade?" Then he asked me, "Want to do some
more photos today?"
"No, I'm still sore and I'm afraid my mom will find out
what I've been doing," I told him as I ate my ice
cream.
Stu told me that everyone liked my video with Kohio,
and he would like to do another one with me cause I
felt so great to hold. The next one would be with Kohio
and his brother, Kahn. Telling him I would never do
another with Kohio as he hurt me and you allowed him to
do as he pleased to me,
I'll pay you a hundred dollars to let me shoot you with
Kohio and Kahn. Just this once more he asked me, then
said, "I promise I will never ask you again." Finally I
asked, "For a hundred dollars, really?"
I asked Stu to wait a few days until I wasn't sore any
longer. So we planned on filming on the following
Tuesday. Needless to say Kahn was as big as Kohio and
by the end of the afternoon my body was completely
taken to the point of exhaustion.
The worst of the time, and the first time they did me
that afternoon, was when they had sex with me, and
Kohio had me set down over his large penis. While I was
straddling Koho, and had his penis deep inside my
tummy, it hurt to be so full of his penis. I sat on
Koho's groin while I forced myself to move up and down
on his thick penis.
I felt Kahn playing with my back hole and said, "No,
don't touch me there,"
Then I felt Kahn rubbing something slick all over my
butt, and then he was entering my butt with his large
penis. Kahn had a larger penis than Koho and it was
assuredly half again as thick. I cried and begged them
to stop as I felt like I would explode or tear myself
open with the large things in both my holes. The sex
lasted at least an hour and I watched the TV as they
drove in and out of my pussy and butt.
Once that afternoon, Kahn had me rest on my hands and
knees, on the edge of the bed, and he took me from
behind. When he shoved as hard up into me as he was
able to do, I could only cry out from the brutal pain
of feeling the thick head of his penis striking my
uterus.
After he shot his stuff in me, Stu moved around behind
me and filmed me as I was on all fours, and Kahn's
juice ran out of my sex. Then Koho moved behind me and
he rode me for what seemed like forever, and when he
shot his wet stuff inside me, Kahn again took me doggie
style, as they referred to what they were doing.
Unknown to me, Stud had called a couple of more men,
who were as large and had thick penises hanging from
their body. When I refused to let them do me, Stu said
he would give me another $100 if I allowed them to do
it with me. The money swayed my mind, and I was rode
till all I could do was simply lay on back and my sex
crammed over and over by the four large phalluses the
men possessed.
By the end of the afternoon, I was assuredly done
twenty some times, and for several days it hurt to even
urinate. I went to a clinic and was told I was bruised
and had an infection, and the nurse who was seeing me
asked how old I was, and how did I get so messed up
inside. I told her I was eighteen, and my husband had a
"big wiener", and we had done it a lot, as he was home
on leave from the service.
One day Stu told me he was moving and gave me a hundred
dollars after I had allowed an older woman perform sex
on me, and I with her. I enjoyed her licking me and the
way she moved her fingers inside my sex while licking
on my clit and slit, but the taste of her when I licked
her I didn't enjoy at all. Stu said he would see me in
a few weeks. He never showed up, and even though I know
why, I still wonder why he never asked to take more
pictures of me?
The pleasure I received from this man photographing me
made me believe I was a famous model and I even started
to look forward to our clandestine meetings. Somehow I
didn't consider that I was having actual intercourse
with Stu. With Kohio and Kahn I knew that was sex and
wouldn't agree to any such session with those two again
when Stu asked.
Some days when I didn't see Stu I would wonder if he
was mad at me. My life that summer was one of wild and
crazy desires to be near Stu and having him penetrate
me and squirt his white stuff inside and all over my
body. Most likely I became addicted to having sex with
Stu. He was always gentle and it felt good but I don't
remember ever having an orgasm.
Even the knowledge that the wetness of the man had
dried on my body, I was never able to determine if this
wasn't all a dream of some sort for several years after
the occurrences, and still did until I was more than
forty. Even more surprising was that I didn't became
pregnant from being with this man as I had commenced my
periods about a month prior to meeting Stu, the
photographer. Although my monthly periods consisted of
my just spotting a few times or so each month.
My life in school was nothing different from other kids
in those days of Vietnam. I loved wearing miniskirts
and knew my legs were thin but extremely shapely.
Perhaps my biggest asset was my hips, which were round
and firm. So firm, one boy slapped me on the rear one
day, and after that called me "Marble Butt."
Although I wasn't in the "in crowd" during my senior
high school years, I was considered attractive and well
liked. I dated different boys in school, but I never
went "steady" with any of the guys I went out with.
When I dated boys, some were even a year or two older
than myself; I maintained a certain degree of aloofness
and refrained from sex.
Several of my girlfriends would discuss with me about
my staying a virgin, and asked how I could refrain from
giving myself to at least one of the hot guys that
asked me out. The most I allowed any of the boys I
dated, to do sexually, was to feel my breast on the
outside my clothes.
There was one exception to this self imposed rule was
with a terrific boy named Shane. When I first met
Shane, he was a senior and I was a sophomore and was
the third boy I dated in high school. After being
without sex with Stu, I had become horny and considered
letting Shane do me sexually.
Shane and I were on our fourth date and we had picked
up a pizza and returned to his house to eat it as his
parents had traveled out of town for the weekend. As
Shane was an only child, we would be alone, and I felt
really ready to have sex again.
After enjoying the pizza and watching some TV, we ended
up making out and I allowed him to remove my blouse and
bra. Shane sucked at my nipples and it turned me until
I allowed him to remove my skirt. Within a short period
of time we walked down the hallway to his room. His
room was really great and I loved the crazy lights he
had installed that kept changing from one color to
another.
After I lay down on his bed, I watched as Shane removed
all his clothes and then moved down beside me on the
bed. His arms reached out and hugged me to him as we
lay side-by-side. I felt his hands travel over my
breast and then his lips again take my nipples between
them, as he nursed like a passionate child, I became
aroused.
My body craved release as I had never known before,
especially from all the sex I had in my younger years.
Slowly Shane moved his hands down and slid one of them
in the front of my panties and then stroked and kind of
ran his fingers through the little patch of hair at the
crest of sex.
Shane never asked me to remove my panties and he didn't
attempt to slide them over my hips and down my legs.
Instead I removed them myself and looking at Shane,
said to him, "Be gentle, please?"
Evidently my image of being a virgin was on his mind
and he moaned out and began to kiss me gently but with
desire. Before long he moved me onto my back and rose
up to position himself between my thighs. I'm unsure if
he felt his having to be forceful to spread my thighs
apart was from my being a virgin, but I truly feel he
did.
My body was craving the penetration of his penis but I
found myself scarred of having sex, even though I was
more than ready physically. Just as I felt Shane's
manhood press against and start to enter my labia, I
pulled back and started to cry.
My tears and pulling back from Shane's intimate touch
wasn't fear of sex as a virgin would possibly feel.
Instead as I had refrained from sex for two years or
so, I was confused and I wondered if he would know that
I had done it for money.
Shane held me and told me, "We didn't have to go all
the way tonight." Then he used his hand to rub his
penis all around my opening until I felt his come
squirt all over my vagina. I believe I fell in love
with Shane at that moment and hoped he would take me.
For the next couple of months we dated and the same
foreplay happened almost each night we were together.
Once Shane told me that when I was ready to have sex
with him to tell him, but until then he would be happy
sharing what we had been doing together.
One night I took Shane in my mouth but only for a
moment as memories of Uncle Franz entered my mind.
After pulling my mouth from Shane's hardness, I told
him that on our next date I would give myself to him,
if he wanted me. He was so anxious hearing my comments
that I would have sex with him he couldn't stop telling
me how much he loved me.
Our relationship ended the next day, as Shane's car was
hit by a tractor-trailer that lost its breaks and ran a
traffic light. Shane was killed instantly and my life
turned upside down for several weeks over the loss of
my first high school love.
When I was 16 and a junior in school, I worked in the
school office and one day the vice-principal asked me
to help him sort some student records into alphabetical
order. Our school had more than 3,000 students and this
would be a lengthy task. On Friday afternoon Mr.
Dennison asked if I could possibly assist him on
Saturday as he needed to have then project finished
within a week. Informing him that I needed to ask my
mother, he told me to call her from his phone. My
mother thought it would be good training for me, and I
would also received compensation for the work I did at
the school.
Saturday morning I arrived at school around 9:30 and
Mr. Dennison and I started on the sorting project. By
noon we were hungry and Mr. Dennison suggested we go
out to have something to eat. We drove to a nearby Big
Boy Restaurant and enjoyed lunch together.
After working until around 3:30 that afternoon, I was
leaning over the table and didn't think what I must
look like with my miniskirt riding up high on my round
buttocks. Later as I thought of what occurred
afterwards, that my hips and panties had to have been
visible under my mini-skirt while I was bent over the
table as I was sorting the folders. By now I was
comfortable with Mr. Dennison, having worked all school
year in his office, and after having lunch with him
that day.
When Mr. Dennison spoke to me about my butt I wasn't
too surprised as he told me, "You're sure built to wear
a mini, and you have great legs and terrific hips."
Then I felt his hands firmly grip my hips and commence
rubbing them as he stood behind me.
Then I felt his hands push inside my panties and before
long they were being slid down over my hips. Still I
said nothing and then I felt Mr. Dennison kneel behind
me and pull my panties over my feet as he flipped my
skirt up over my hips.
I was surprised when I felt Mr. Dennison's lips kiss my
hips and even more surprised when his tongue moved
between my hips and commenced to lick across my rear
opening. I knew this was wrong, but I became sexually
excited and since nothing had happened to me since the
photographer had sex with me, when I was 13 years old.
Before long I felt Mr. Dennison pushing me further over
his desk and then his manhood was pushing inside my
sex. It felt good and I simply moaned out from the
feeling of him entering my body. While Mr. Dennison was
having sex with me, my mind passed over all the
previous times that I had felt some man's thing
touching or penetrating my sexual opening. This time I
wanted it and enjoyed knowing hindered Mr. Dennison
from taking me.
My body felt different and I was glad Mr. Dennison
couldn't view the expressions on my face from the
feelings of his probing inside me with slow and long
strokes. Then I felt him moving faster and harder and
he was telling me, "Your beautiful and your hips feel
so good, and love doing this with you."
I felt his penis touch inside me in a different way and
I knew I was having my first orgasm from intercourse
and I cried out, "Mr. Dennison, oh Mr. Dennison, this
is my first time to feel like this, it is so good Mr.
Dennison."
Finally Mr. Dennison slumped over my back and his
breathing was heavy. I wasn't sure what I should do so
I remained still as I felt his thing slip out of my
body. Then I felt his come starting to run down my legs
and I still was afraid to turn around and face Mr.
Dennison.
Then I felt his hands grip my shoulders and turn me
toward him. My face was now visible to him and before I
could say anything Mr. Dennison moved his face to mine
and kissed me softly and tenderly. My lips parted to
accept his tongue into my mouth as he Frenched me, my
desires increased for more of what I had just
experienced. I didn't say anything but I turned away
from Mr. Dennison and slowly undressed with my back
toward him. Once I was completely nude, I turned back
toward Mr. Dennison.
The expression on his face I knew was of disbelief, but
I simply lay down on his office sofa and waited for him
to come to me. For several minutes, or so it seemed he
simply looked at me and his face was one that said he
could believe he had just had sex with me only a few
minutes previously. Now he knew I was awaiting his body
to become a part of mine again. Never would I have
considered this happening before this time, but my
sexual peck had just been awakened after the times at
French Creek and when I was photographed.
I watched as Mr. Dennison removed his clothing and
moved over and lay on top of me. I opened my legs for
him and when he nestled his body between them, he
entered my sex at the same time. No preparation or even
the use of his hands were necessary for his manhood to
slip inside my awakened body. For at least a half an
hour Mr. Dennison made love to me.
My body welcomed him and I had no other thoughts but to
enjoy the feeling of man taking me for the first time
in what was actually my first true love of intercourse.
I had orgasms, but how many I cannot think of the
number of times. It may have been only one long release
of my feelings but whatever it was, Mr. Dennison became
acutely aware of my feelings and he moved inside me to
give me what I desired. Several times he moved his head
down and nursed at my small 32A breast.
Even though Mr. Dennison's mouth was gentle as he
suckled my nipples, they were so enlarged and sensitive
it seemed he was going to suck them from my body. In
later years I found my nipples are larger than most
women, and even more acute to sexual stimulation.
When Mr. Dennison shot his white stuff up inside me, I
felt him coming from deep in his being. His strokes
became forceful, pounding and yet he seemed to be
caring on how I was feeling from his taking me. My hips
would rise upward from the sofa and push my body tight
against him.
I remember my legs wrapping around Mr. Dennison and I
used them to give me leverage to clasp him to me and
try to have him enter my body completely. During the
intervening years, I have only a few times since, felt
such complete sex as I did with Mr. Dennison that
Saturday afternoon on his office sofa.
During the total time Mr. Dennison was between my legs
and making love to me, I remember saying over and over
the same words, "Oh Mr. Dennison, Oh Mr. Dennison."
Only those three words did I utter, how many times I
stated them I have no idea, but it was continuous in
expressing my feelings.
Finally Mr. Dennison, again shot his white stuff up
inside me and he cried out, "Jade, I love you!"
When we had finally relaxed a little, I had turned on
my side and was laying against the back of the sofa
while Mr. Dennison was laying beside me. He had pulled
my leg up onto him and memories of French Creek and
even with Grandpa Nick and Uncle Franz holding me as
such ran through my mind. Mr. Dennison asked me if I
was ok, and he was sorry if he took advantage of me.
I informed him that I was glad it had happened and he
was my first, which he believed that he had gotten my
virginity. This pleased him and he asked why I didn't
bleed. I told him it was likely from my playing so hard
as a kid.
He seemed to accept my answer and informed me he had
never done anything like this before with a student.
Mr. Dennison was worried I would report him and he
would be arrested. Kissing him, I said, "This is just
something that happened today and will never occur
again, and our secret, forever."
After some period of time, Mr. Dennison suggested we
should dress and he would take home. As we drove to my
home, Mr. Dennison commented about asking my mother if
he could take me out for something to eat because I had
worked so hard that afternoon. Walking into my home, I
was surprised with the warm greeting my mother gave Mr.
Dennison.
After speaking with my mother for several minutes, he
asked my mother if he could take the two of us out to
dinner as his way of showing his appreciation. My
mother expressed her thanks but suggested I could go
alone, if I wished. Needless to say I was completely at
a loss to hear my mother allow me to go out for dinner
with Mr. Dennison. Especially alone!
My mother told me to take a bath and to dress
appropriately before going out with the principal to
eat. Never would I have expected her to allow me to
have dinner with Mr. Dennison. Especially as I wasn't
even allowed to think about dating until I was 16.
Later my mother informed me about Mr. Dennison
expressing how much he appreciated my efforts in
helping out in the office, and that I kept my grades
up, also.
After leaving my house Mr. Dennison commented, "Jade I
need to clean up also and change clothes." Then asked,
"Are you ok going to my home while I get dressed?"
Remembering back to that afternoon, my mind will
forever hold warmly in my mind and heart. That I was 16
and Mr. Dennison was at least 40 didn't bother me,
especially after our having had sex together.
Arriving at Mr. Dennison's home, we went inside and he
told me to have a seat in the living room and he would
be back after getting cleaned up. I heard him asking me
something but was unable to understand what he was
saying. Walking down the hallway toward his room, I saw
his door was open and as I looked in I realized I could
view his image in the mirrors on the closet doors. He
was completely nude and when he glanced at the mirror,
saw me watching him.
Boldly I entered the room and he reached out and pulled
me into his arms. When his lips met mine, I must have
simply given out some type of scent, as he held me, he
removed my clothing without even making a sound.
After I was nude, he lifted me up and placed me on his
bed with my legs hanging down over the side. I watched
as he kneeled down and when his hands gently eased my
legs apart, I did not offer any resistance. Nor did I
assist him but let him have his way.
His lips were kissing my legs and the feeling was
unbelievable as he softly kissed inside of my thighs. I
knew what was about to happen and wondered if I should
allow him to perform oral sex on me.
Ever so gently his lips kissed my pubis and he would
take my few hairs between his lips and sort of pull on
it as he licked me with his tongue. My body snapped
upward when I felt his tongue brush the lips of sex and
lick from the bottom to the top and then flick my
little button. I had recently discovered this pleasure
spot, but had never really let it go past the start of
strange feelings.
Never could I have imagined such delights from having
my thing licked. Especially after the one time Uncle
Franz had done it to me and the photographer had the
older woman perform oral sex on me. Perhaps I lasted
three minutes until I had the most outstanding orgasm
I've ever enjoyed.
My hips simply bounced and rose up from the bed. From
the back of my throat I cried out my release, over and
over. Finally I realized I was about to pee, and it
flowed from me and landed against Mr. Dennison's face
and some into his mouth. I must have urinated in a
constant stream for at least half-a minute.
Feeling embarrassed, I tried to apologize but all I
could do was to moan out my feelings of release.
Afterwards I apologized to Mr. Dennison and he simply
told me that he was never so pleased to have given a
woman oral pleasure that would cause her to release her
pee.
Before I knew what was happening, Mr. Dennison moved me
onto the middle of his bed and lay on top of me and we
again made love. When it was over, I told him that I
couldn't take any more as I was stating to feel really
sore.
We got up and took a shower together and after
dressing, went out to dinner. The meal was great and we
had fun speaking about school and things that occurred
in and out of the class room. As I was getting out of
Mr. Dennison's automobile, I told him thanks and I
would always remember how he made feel special and a
woman.
During the remainder of my high school years I
continued to work in the school office and was
constantly in contact with Mr. Dennison. Not once did
he ever make any move to reignite our relationship. I'm
uncertain I'd have gone out with him and engaged in sex
again, but sometimes I would become really excited at
night as I lay in bed and masturbate of the images that
came from my time with Mr. Dennison.
Throughout high school and college I never became
sexually active with anyone. The only time I had sex
during that period of time, was during a visit to the
timeshare, owned by my Aunt June and Uncle Franz, in
Clearwater Beach during my junior year in college. That
encounter was a disappointment with the smallness of
Uncle Franz's penis and not worth writing about again.
Perhaps I shouldn't speak about that time with Uncle
Franz, but the one fact about what happened is worth
mentioning, I think. When I landed at Tampa-St. Pete
Airport, Uncle Franz informed me that Aunt June
wouldn't arrive for another three days. My mind
wondered if I would need to stop any advance by Uncle
Franz.
The first night it was normal. Then the morning
following, I awoke to find Uncle Franz in bed with me.
I informed Uncle Franz I didn't wish to do anything
like we had in the past, and hadn't since I was only
12. After a short while he became so excited that he
stated, "I'll give you a thousand dollars if you let me
make love to you while you're here."
He got out of bed and returned in a moment with 10,
$100 dollar bills. He did and I did.
When my father was ill and near death, I traveled from
my home in the Western United States to my parent's
home in Pennsylvania to assist my mother. One day I was
removing clothes from a dresser drawer and about
flipped out when I saw some Polaroid photographs in the
back of one drawer when I pulled out the old newspaper
used to line the drawer.
Picking them up I recognized the images in the
photographs was myself, and I was nude. Not only that,
my legs were spread wide apart and my thing was covered
with liquid that I recognized as semen. The answer
after all those years were finally answered, or so I
believed, until I found more of the same images in
items left me in a box from my grandmothers' estate.
From the mem who was staying at the French Creek cabin
and were the first to initiate me into sex, there was
my dad, Grandpa Nick, Mitch, Uncle Eddie, mom and dad's
friend Max. Uncle Franz, seemed to be eliminated my
among my uncles, from being a party to what was
assuredly my first sex, even if not actual full
penetration intercourse. But of that, I can't be sure
as one time one man's thing was smaller it seemed to me
from the others, as I felt it against my body.
I only wish, with certainty, I knew who was, without a
doubt, the first person to have sex with me. Perhaps a
complete entrance wasn't gained into my vagina, and it
wasn't actual intercourse that happened to me that week
at French Creek, but what else would it have been? One
thing I'm definitely certain about is that the hue and
cry about sexual abuse against kids is not in my book
all as bad as some claim.
Perhaps some children can't handle the act of being
touched or molested as the critics and the law states.
Regardless of what you hear and read in the news, it
doesn't become abusive until someone tells the child it
is such. Until then it is my personal belief that it is
a pleasant experience for a child.
Albeit I admit if a child says to stop, then the adult
must stop the interplay between the child and the older
person. Whatever happened to the days of old when we
played doctor and experienced games in the tree house
or behind the barn? For me, I will always remember the
feelings of my thing becoming wet as a man's thing
touched it outside, and inside, as well.
I've never had analysis because I was "sexually
assaulted" and have no lasting feelings of "being
abused." Rather, my memories are interesting and
believe they have lead to my becoming a better lover
and mother.
How do I know these memories are real? Because every
month or so I take the pictures from a box in my
dresser and try to determine who first got in my bed at
French Creek.
Now I'm nearing my fiftieth year on this planet and my
life is full and complete. My husband and I are both
college educators. He is a full professor, and I'm an
associate professor, at a major university. Our three
children, two girls and a boy have grown up to become
professional individuals with excellent employment.
Neither my husband nor children have any idea of my
past sexual history. I'm not ashamed about what
happened during my adolescent and teen years, but
consider it private.
Sometimes I wonder about Stu and would like to find him
and discuss the pictures he took, especially the
videos. At times I wonder if they will appear and I
will be recognized. However, I don't permit that to
curtail the love I have for my family and life itself
Viewing the pictures has allowed me to consider finding
a publisher and see if any interest to publish the
pictures and using this story, to put together the
opposing views of child abuse, or adults having sex
with children.
The answer to that I realize is no.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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