Ugh. I see so many stories on here that seem like such BS and I know this site is a lot of fantasy and just stories for people to get off to but... well, okay, since my husband knows about this it isn't much of a "confession" but back around '83/'84 I ran away from home. Back then we didn't have cell phones and the like so I was off the grid, as they say. I hitchhiked and luckily for me I wasn't picked up by some psycho and never seen again, and it wasn't even the first or even the second person who gave me a ride where there was a concern. The first I told some BS story to and they gave me a ride for a couple hours, and the second really tried to talk me into calling home because it wasn't safe on the road for a someone like me but I assured them I would be fine. But, as they say, third time's the "charm" and the guy who picked me up wasn't as nice as the first two. He wasn't mean. He didn't beat me or force me or anything, but looking back I can see now that he certainly took advantage of my naivety. It was just getting dark when he picked me up and I could see he had a wedding ring on, so I didn't think worry about anything. After all, as most my age I knew everything, right?

He was older, handsome, and we talked for a bit and without going into details eventually he started talking about me being pretty. But at the time it didn't seem creepy to me. It felt flattering. He was smooth and paying me compliments and I was feeling all grown up and just eating it up and it wasn't long until we started discussing my "experience" (or lack of, as the case was). Before I knew it I was cuddled up next to him as he drove, with his hand on my thigh and my head on his shoulder. He snuck a couple quick kisses and due to the stupidity of youth I was buying everything he was selling me. Before long his hand was nestled so far up my thigh it was against my crotch and it felt good and he asked if I ever sucked dick. I told him I hadn't and he suggested I try it and I did. He gave me a couple pointers as he drove, probably because I was pretty bad, I'm sure, and after a bit he tells me "I'm going to cum so keep it in your mouth so we don't get a mess. It's okay to swallow. It won't hurt you." Pretty quickly after that he groans loudly and says "Oh God" and then he's shooting into my mouth. I remember at the time I wasn't sure about the taste but soon I couldn't keep it in my mouth so I quickly swallowed it all. Afterwards, he tells me he hadn't had a BJ in forever as his wife doesn't like to do it and that he really enjoyed it. He then says he's getting pretty tired and wants to get a room to get some sleep. After a little bit we pull into a motel, he goes in and gets the room, and we go into the room, which had two beds. He tells me he said he was traveling with family for cover but then he starts kissing me. We make out a bit and he starts undressing me. Before long I'm in my undershirt (I barely had a B cup a this point) and panties and he undresses himself. I thought about asking him for a condom, but then figured not an hour before I had swallowed his cum and figured it would be pointless. Obviously, he ended up being my first and we did it twice that night and a couple times again in the morning, once in the shower. A few hours after we left the room he stopped to get gas and then left me before I knew what was going on. I ended up calling my parents to come and get me. I never told them what happened, but deep down I'm sure they suspected. I never admitted it to anyone until my husband and that was nearly 20 years later.

It's okay to read and enjoy these stories and I don't mean to be a buzzkill... but sometimes these things happen. I'm just lucky I didn't get pregnant or have anything worse happen to me than just my pride being hurt.