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Confessions of a Teenage Slut - 1
by Zoe (zoevajay@gmail.com)
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I became sexually active quite young, at 14. Once it
started, there was no turning back, not that I wanted
to. It was my girlfriend Monica, then Daddy and Matt
and so on and on... (ff-teens, Mf, ped, inc, mast, bi,
rom)
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Preface
My father passed away a couple of years ago and while
going through his things I found some very interesting
documents and pictures. I knew that my parents had led
rather fascinating lives, especially in their younger
years.
They had met when my father was about twenty and my
mother was a fourteen year old run away. Dad was
living and working with my Aunt Anna. Anna is my aunt
because her mom, Grandma Darlene, took my mother,
Holly, in and eventually adopted her. Mom was about 15
then, I think. That made Anna and Holly sisters.
Before that, Anna and Holly had been friends, and even
more. Everyone called her Annie in those days.
"Annie" was a gorgeous young woman with a pretty face,
long strawberry blonde hair and a lovely figure. She
had lived a rather interesting life too. She had put
herself through art school and was a photographer. She
got a great deal on an old farm house a few miles out
of a village near our home town and moved there right
out of school.
My father, Ted, had worked for his uncle in a print
shop by day and played in a rock band at night. He
also worked with Annie as her assistant from time to
time.
As I have learned from the documents, manuscripts, and
photos of my father's that I have discovered, Annie's
work as a legitimate photographer was merely a
supplement, or a front, for a much more lucrative
business. Annie took family portraits, graduation
pictures, wedding pictures, and the like. Besides that
she took artistic photos that she displayed and sold
in her shop in the nearby village, as well as
galleries in the city, which was Annie's true passion.
Annie's real money came from photographing young women
in the nude. She sold those photos to men's magazines
in Europe.
My dad, Ted, moved out to "Annie's Farm", as they
called it, and became Annie's full time assistant. It
was only a farm because my father raised marijuana
down by the river and sold it. It was there that my
parents met.
It seems that my mother, Holly, had run away from a
foster home and was picked up by Annie while hitching
a ride. That much I had always known. What I recently
learned was that my mother had been one of Annie's
models. My mother was a beautiful girl. I had seen
plenty of photos of my mom as a teenager and a young
woman. It was among my father's things that I saw the
nude photos of my mother. They are very tastefully
done. Each is a work of art and I will treasure them
as I am sure my father did. There were also the nude
photos that my father took of my mother and of me when
I was younger. I remember fondly, the times when I
posed for my father. Those were very special times.
Besides the photos of my mother and me are more of
Annie's work, photos of several women that I know.
There are quite a few photos of my cousin Kate, who is
nearly my father's age and, from what I understand,
was very intimate with my father. There are several
pictures of Kate's younger sister, Nicole. I was well
aware of the relationship between her and my father.
Nicole was my mentor, of sorts, when I was young.
There are even a few of my aunt Leslie, my father's
sister. And then there are the photos of Annie
herself. Most of them were taken by my father. It
appears that Annie and my father had been lovers as
well.
My father's manuscripts detail his relations with each
of these women as well as several others. Someday I
hope to publish his stories. They are fascinating, if
somewhat disturbing, as well as titillating to me. It
all hits so close to home for me.
The writings that I have found even more interesting
to me, among these things are my own diaries. I kept a
diary, or diaries, from as far back as I can remember,
at the urging of my father. Once I reached my teenage
years I kept two. I had to keep a secret diary, which
I kept hidden, under lock and key, to conceal some of
my activities, mostly my sexual exploits.
Once I became sexually active, at the age of fourteen,
I was very sexually active. I suppose you could say
promiscuous. Some might have even considered me a
slut. I believe I was, and still am, a sex addict. I
am sure my father was and my mother was over sexed as
well.
I have been going over these diaries and trying to
reconstruct them. There are lots of gaps and lapses. I
sometimes tore out and destroyed pages and entire
sections out of fear someone might read them,
especially my mother. I believe my father had found
the key and had read most all of it.
I am in the process of typing all of these diaries
out. Some parts I will reword just because it is in
the lexicon of a teenage girl circa 1990. Even though
it is quaint and cute, and even sexy in its way, it
can be silly and hard to understand. I'll try not to
destroy the feel of the narrative though. Other parts
I will have to recall and try to rewrite entirely from
memory. I am sure some of these memories will be fond
ones while others will be rather painful.
June 14, 1989
I have always kept a diary, ever since I was a little
girl. It was one way to keep myself sane. My mother,
Holly, is crazy. I love her but she has mental
problems and ends up in "rehab" a couple of times
every year. Rehab is what my dad calls it. I know it's
a mental hospital. She just happens to be there right
now
I started this secret diary, that I will keep under
lock and key, so I can say what is really on my mind
and what is in my heart. This will be my sex diary. I
can talk about Matt and the man that I have such a
crush on. I'm pretty sure my dad has been reading my
other diary. I'll keep writing in the other diary too.
This is where I will keep my most precious secrets.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised that mom is a little
crazy. She lost her mother and older brother when she
was a baby. Her whole family was in a terrible car
crash and only my mother and her father survived. My
grandfather, whom I have never met, tried to raise my
mother alone. He eventually suffered severe
depression, became an alcoholic and lost custody of my
mom when he was put into a mental hospital.
My mom lived in a series of foster homes until she ran
away from one that was particularly bad. She had been
molested and neglected there. That was when she met my
dad. My dad's name is Edward, but everyone call's him
Ted. He was living on a big farm with my aunt, Leslie
Anne, whom most of us call Annie (she hates being
called "Aunt Annie").
Annie's farm was a hippie commune. There were a lot of
people living there, including my dad and my cousin
Kate. My mom was hitching a ride, after she's run away
from the foster home and Annie picked her up. That's
how the two of them met. My mother told Annie about
the foster home and Annie took her in.
When my dad first saw my mom, he fell in love. She was
a beautiful girl with really long dark hair and a
great body. I am proud to say that I look a lot like
my mother did when she was a teenager, except my hair
is blonde, like my dad's was when he was young. I have
even stopped cutting my hair, to grow it long like my
mom's. Like my mom, my body developed at young age.
I have great boobs, if I do say so myself. My boobs
aren't big or anything, not like my girlfriend
Monica's, just perfect for my body. All my friends are
jealous and all the boys stare at them. The man that I
have such a crush on, seems to like my boobs too. I
see him looking at them. I'm proud of my body. I guess
it's kinda vain, but I like looking at myself in the
mirror when I'm naked.
Here's another secret that I'll only share with you,
my dairy. Sometimes I do a little strip show in front
of my full length mirror. I get really turned on by
the girl in the mirror, as much as she does by me. I
give her a good little show. After I get all my
clothes off I touch myself for her. I touch my perfect
little boobs, my cute little ass and then I spread my
legs and let her watch me finger myself.
She is so hot and I want her so bad! My ultimate
fantasy if for her to get so turned on that she comes
through the looking-glass and rapes me. Then I finally
get to have sex with that gorgeous, sexy little girl.
I get to fuck a girl that looks just like me and knows
exactly what I want.
Any way...My dad wanted to protect my mom from all the
drugs, sex and all the other bad influences at Annie's
and took her under his wing. Mom was only fourteen
then, and my dad was in his early twenties. After a
while dad ran off with my mom and hid away at his
apartment. I don't know how long they hid there
together. I've heard it was a few days and I've heard
it was a couple weeks.
Annie, her mom, Grandma Darlene, and my cousin Kate
convinced my dad that mom had to go back to the foster
home, at least for a while. My dad could have gone to
jail if he hadn't given in and let mom go. It broke my
father's heart.
After a few months of court battles, Grandma Darlene
and her husband, Grandpa Earl, became mom's new foster
parents. Darlene told dad that he couldn't see mom
anymore, but that didn't stop him. Mom and dad got
together whenever they could. Mom got pregnant and
shortly after her eighteenth birthday, mom and dad got
married. Three months later, I was born.
So, you can see, after all my mother has been through,
you shouldn't be surprised that she is a little nuts
and has a drinking problem. There's more craziness in
our family too. I have my fair share. I'm probably
just as crazy as mom.
To be continued...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
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 system.
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