Bi-Sexual Female / 33
Gemstone - Early Years, Pt.1
Although I would prefer to get on with more up to date things, I believe it is important to first tell how I got involved in all this. I must also add that since the start of Covid-19, I have been fairly inactive. I stopped going out, but as things calmed down a bit, I did start getting visitors at home. There was only a small percentage of men who ever asked for my phone number, but those who had suddenly started ringing as there were no live shows, and so they were going short on sex obviously.
So back to my teens. I won't say anything about ages, depending on which side of the fence you are on, you can fill in the blanks – although I believe legal ages vary depending on countries and probably states.
As I have said, I never had friends. My two older sisters were bullies, and no one wanted to be my friend when that would have meant they came into contact with my sisters. They were four year or so older than me and born nine months apart, and had always been close. When I came they resented me, and I suppose it was mutual as all I ever got was hand me down toys and clothes. I did have lots of books though, mainly factual, and I loved reading and learning. I had my own small bedroom, which was like a library. The sisters shared a big bedroom, which was all posters, music etc. They had left school but there was no work locally. They would go and hang out at the Leisure Centre most nights, although it was difficult to get in. You had to go past reception and through a turnstile, after either buying a ticket for whatever you wanted to take part in, or you could just say you wanted to go to the cafe or bar, but they wouldn't let you in unless you had money to spend.
One particular night, my parents had friends coming round and wanted us out of the way. My sisters were already planning on going to the Centre, and my mum said they had to take me. She gave me a bit of money, but my sisters took it off me and bought themselves cans of beer on the way. It was late summer and a warm night. I had an old light blue dress on that was too big for me but still short. I was fairly skinny then. We went to see if anything was happening at the Centre, and amazingly, there was – a professional wrestling show. No one well known, in fact a fairly amateur event. So, we had to get in without any money, otherwise we would be hanging round in the car park all night.
Firstly we tried getting past reception but they weren't allowing anyone in without tickets for the wrestling, or people playing tennis, using the gym etc. Next we had a walk round, and at the rear of the building there were a couple of men unloading a wrestling ring from the back of a truck. All steel bars, planks of wood, ropes etc. So we walked in and watched them assemble the ring, and sisters decided we should go to the toilets, hide in there and then later just come out and sit down. The men stopped us though and said they were locking the doors and everyone had to be out. It was still well over an hour before the show started.
Back in the car park we watched a car pull in and park right at the back, and a big man got out and stretched, and then got back in his car. My sisters said he must be a wrestler, and they walked across and knocked on his window. They asked if he was a wrestler, and he said yes, so they asked him if he could take us in. He said no, and offered us some crisps that he was eating. Sisters asked again and said we had no money and really wanted to see the show. He repeated that he couldn't just take strangers in, so one of my sisters said “please.... she'll give you a blow job if you will”. And she pointed at me !!!!
Well, I sort of knew what she meant, but I wasn't sure. It's probably something people learn from their friends, but not me. I'd seen a few diagrams of the human body in books, had a brief lesson at school which was mainly about periods and condoms, and read a few romantic novels; and that was it. The man asked if I was old enough, asked my sisters why they didn't do the deed (they lied they had boyfriends), so he agreed, and reached over to open the passenger door. I got in and he told my sisters he would just drive to the other end of the car park, under some trees, and we were off. He asked my name, told me his, Brian, and said I didn't have to do it if I didn't want. I gasped “It's OK”. Then he said that he wasn't actually a wrestler. He traveled round a lot to wrestling shows, as a hobby, but, if I wanted he would give me the money to get us all in. OK ! I did ask him to actually pay for us to get in, and not give us the money as I knew they would just buy more beer. He looked around, undid his trousers and pulled them down, and there it was. A large,erect cock.
My hand was shaking as I reached out and touched it. It was hot, it throbbed. I presumed I had to put the head in my mouth and suck, and Brian asked if he could put his hand on my leg. I said yes, and went down and opened my lips. It tasted nice, flowery and clean (thank God). I sucked, nothing happened, so I sucked again, and then Brian told me what I needed to do, while I held his cock and looked embarrassingly at it. After a few minutes I had more of it in my mouth and was moving my head up and down, trying to suck, and being told to tighten my lips, go further, feel his balls, while he lay back and squeezed my leg. He moaned that I was going to be a really great cock sucker, and I thought to myself how great it was. Adult, sexy, daring. He didn't warn me what was cumming next. Spunk shot down my throat. I choked, it came down my nose. I pulled away and it shot over my dress and then oozed out over Brian's trousers. What the fuck !!! We cleaned up with tissues and rags. My dress had turned darker blue where the spunk had wet it. Before we drove back across the car park he told me that I Had done brilliantly, not to tell anyone anything, and that the wrestling shows were usually every 4 weeks, and he would see me next time and I should try and come without my sisters. We rejoined my sisters and I told them he was going to pay for us to get in and he wasn't really a wrestler. Good job he paid because he had to convince the woman on reception that my sisters were under 16. I sat with Brian for the show, my sisters roamed off, and he told me a lot about wrestling before we said “goodnight”. On the way home I got threatened not to say anything to our mum because they would say what a tart I was.
A month later I was counting down the days to the next wrestling show. My sisters had started going to some raves at weekends, and had totally forgotten about the wrestling, so I asked my mum if I could go and asked her not to tell the others about it, as they try to spoil everything. Late afternoon I went to the Leisure Centre and it wasn't long before Brian pulled up, so I went and got in his car and we chatted a bit. I'd put a green and white checked blouse on and black trousers and before long he drove to the far edge of the car park and I sucked him off. I loved doing it, sucking a cock was so weird. Hard but slightly spongy, hot, and never knowing when it is going to explode in my mouth. I managed not to make a mess this time and swallowed most, and had a tissue ready. He paid for me to go into the show and we sat together talking, and it felt good. The first friend I had ever really had. Afterwards he drove to a local fish and chip shop and bought me some, and I had his spunk down my throat again for afters.
It was the middle of the night when I heard my sisters come in, obviously drunk and banging about. They stayed in bed all day Sunday and that evening my mother asked me about the wrestling show, and they heard. After I had gone to bed, they came in my room and asked if I had been a dirty slut, sucking men off. I told them to leave me alone but they made me go to their room and they started interrogating me. When I was younger I used to beg them to let me sleep in their room. Now they were insisting, and I really didn't want to. One of them pushed a set of drawers against the door and told me to tell them what I had been up to. I told them to tell me what they had been up to at the rave, but they just got nasty and made me stand in front of them as they sat on a bed. We were all whispering “Did Brian turn up, did you give him a blow job”. I kept telling them it was nothing to do with them, and they started pushing me between them, and then made me open my mouth and stand under the light so they could look for spunk in my mouth. They checked my neck for love bites, I was telling them to leave me alone but they said if mum or dad heard me, they would tell them about Brian. Then one held my arms behind my back and the other undid my pyjama top looking for bites on my (almost non-existent) breasts. Finally she pulled my pyjama bottoms down and then I was naked as my clothes lay on the floor. I felt the powerful emotion of humiliation for the first time. I was shivering, not from cold but from fear and embarrassment, almost crying as I gasped out details of sucking Brian off twice. They decided I must be an expert at oral, and I spent the night in one bed, down under the sheets, and then the other. Naked, tonguing my sisters c**ts, which was nothing like as good as sucking a cock. I hated the taste and the humiliation, and yet I wanted more. To be a slave, a sex slave. OH God. My mind was consumed with a massive mixture of emotions.
More Later. Gem xx
So back to my teens. I won't say anything about ages, depending on which side of the fence you are on, you can fill in the blanks – although I believe legal ages vary depending on countries and probably states.
As I have said, I never had friends. My two older sisters were bullies, and no one wanted to be my friend when that would have meant they came into contact with my sisters. They were four year or so older than me and born nine months apart, and had always been close. When I came they resented me, and I suppose it was mutual as all I ever got was hand me down toys and clothes. I did have lots of books though, mainly factual, and I loved reading and learning. I had my own small bedroom, which was like a library. The sisters shared a big bedroom, which was all posters, music etc. They had left school but there was no work locally. They would go and hang out at the Leisure Centre most nights, although it was difficult to get in. You had to go past reception and through a turnstile, after either buying a ticket for whatever you wanted to take part in, or you could just say you wanted to go to the cafe or bar, but they wouldn't let you in unless you had money to spend.
One particular night, my parents had friends coming round and wanted us out of the way. My sisters were already planning on going to the Centre, and my mum said they had to take me. She gave me a bit of money, but my sisters took it off me and bought themselves cans of beer on the way. It was late summer and a warm night. I had an old light blue dress on that was too big for me but still short. I was fairly skinny then. We went to see if anything was happening at the Centre, and amazingly, there was – a professional wrestling show. No one well known, in fact a fairly amateur event. So, we had to get in without any money, otherwise we would be hanging round in the car park all night.
Firstly we tried getting past reception but they weren't allowing anyone in without tickets for the wrestling, or people playing tennis, using the gym etc. Next we had a walk round, and at the rear of the building there were a couple of men unloading a wrestling ring from the back of a truck. All steel bars, planks of wood, ropes etc. So we walked in and watched them assemble the ring, and sisters decided we should go to the toilets, hide in there and then later just come out and sit down. The men stopped us though and said they were locking the doors and everyone had to be out. It was still well over an hour before the show started.
Back in the car park we watched a car pull in and park right at the back, and a big man got out and stretched, and then got back in his car. My sisters said he must be a wrestler, and they walked across and knocked on his window. They asked if he was a wrestler, and he said yes, so they asked him if he could take us in. He said no, and offered us some crisps that he was eating. Sisters asked again and said we had no money and really wanted to see the show. He repeated that he couldn't just take strangers in, so one of my sisters said “please.... she'll give you a blow job if you will”. And she pointed at me !!!!
Well, I sort of knew what she meant, but I wasn't sure. It's probably something people learn from their friends, but not me. I'd seen a few diagrams of the human body in books, had a brief lesson at school which was mainly about periods and condoms, and read a few romantic novels; and that was it. The man asked if I was old enough, asked my sisters why they didn't do the deed (they lied they had boyfriends), so he agreed, and reached over to open the passenger door. I got in and he told my sisters he would just drive to the other end of the car park, under some trees, and we were off. He asked my name, told me his, Brian, and said I didn't have to do it if I didn't want. I gasped “It's OK”. Then he said that he wasn't actually a wrestler. He traveled round a lot to wrestling shows, as a hobby, but, if I wanted he would give me the money to get us all in. OK ! I did ask him to actually pay for us to get in, and not give us the money as I knew they would just buy more beer. He looked around, undid his trousers and pulled them down, and there it was. A large,erect cock.
My hand was shaking as I reached out and touched it. It was hot, it throbbed. I presumed I had to put the head in my mouth and suck, and Brian asked if he could put his hand on my leg. I said yes, and went down and opened my lips. It tasted nice, flowery and clean (thank God). I sucked, nothing happened, so I sucked again, and then Brian told me what I needed to do, while I held his cock and looked embarrassingly at it. After a few minutes I had more of it in my mouth and was moving my head up and down, trying to suck, and being told to tighten my lips, go further, feel his balls, while he lay back and squeezed my leg. He moaned that I was going to be a really great cock sucker, and I thought to myself how great it was. Adult, sexy, daring. He didn't warn me what was cumming next. Spunk shot down my throat. I choked, it came down my nose. I pulled away and it shot over my dress and then oozed out over Brian's trousers. What the fuck !!! We cleaned up with tissues and rags. My dress had turned darker blue where the spunk had wet it. Before we drove back across the car park he told me that I Had done brilliantly, not to tell anyone anything, and that the wrestling shows were usually every 4 weeks, and he would see me next time and I should try and come without my sisters. We rejoined my sisters and I told them he was going to pay for us to get in and he wasn't really a wrestler. Good job he paid because he had to convince the woman on reception that my sisters were under 16. I sat with Brian for the show, my sisters roamed off, and he told me a lot about wrestling before we said “goodnight”. On the way home I got threatened not to say anything to our mum because they would say what a tart I was.
A month later I was counting down the days to the next wrestling show. My sisters had started going to some raves at weekends, and had totally forgotten about the wrestling, so I asked my mum if I could go and asked her not to tell the others about it, as they try to spoil everything. Late afternoon I went to the Leisure Centre and it wasn't long before Brian pulled up, so I went and got in his car and we chatted a bit. I'd put a green and white checked blouse on and black trousers and before long he drove to the far edge of the car park and I sucked him off. I loved doing it, sucking a cock was so weird. Hard but slightly spongy, hot, and never knowing when it is going to explode in my mouth. I managed not to make a mess this time and swallowed most, and had a tissue ready. He paid for me to go into the show and we sat together talking, and it felt good. The first friend I had ever really had. Afterwards he drove to a local fish and chip shop and bought me some, and I had his spunk down my throat again for afters.
It was the middle of the night when I heard my sisters come in, obviously drunk and banging about. They stayed in bed all day Sunday and that evening my mother asked me about the wrestling show, and they heard. After I had gone to bed, they came in my room and asked if I had been a dirty slut, sucking men off. I told them to leave me alone but they made me go to their room and they started interrogating me. When I was younger I used to beg them to let me sleep in their room. Now they were insisting, and I really didn't want to. One of them pushed a set of drawers against the door and told me to tell them what I had been up to. I told them to tell me what they had been up to at the rave, but they just got nasty and made me stand in front of them as they sat on a bed. We were all whispering “Did Brian turn up, did you give him a blow job”. I kept telling them it was nothing to do with them, and they started pushing me between them, and then made me open my mouth and stand under the light so they could look for spunk in my mouth. They checked my neck for love bites, I was telling them to leave me alone but they said if mum or dad heard me, they would tell them about Brian. Then one held my arms behind my back and the other undid my pyjama top looking for bites on my (almost non-existent) breasts. Finally she pulled my pyjama bottoms down and then I was naked as my clothes lay on the floor. I felt the powerful emotion of humiliation for the first time. I was shivering, not from cold but from fear and embarrassment, almost crying as I gasped out details of sucking Brian off twice. They decided I must be an expert at oral, and I spent the night in one bed, down under the sheets, and then the other. Naked, tonguing my sisters c**ts, which was nothing like as good as sucking a cock. I hated the taste and the humiliation, and yet I wanted more. To be a slave, a sex slave. OH God. My mind was consumed with a massive mixture of emotions.
More Later. Gem xx
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