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When I Was A Kid
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Bi-Sexual Female / 27
It Was Wrong. He Used Me & I Didn't Know Better
Its my day off and i am lounging around in PJs reading through some of these streamy confessions snuggled up with a big pillow and blanket touching myself when they get good.
I was reminded of for in my own teenage years I use to let a friend's dad mess with me. I have not even thought about him in a couple years before today and getting off reading another person's story.
When I say mess with me, we did it, all of it, all the way. Looking back now I know I was to young. I looked it up, in my state I was barely legal but I was in fact legal he knew what he was doing. Yes he used me, but I like to be used. Maybe I feel a little bad he was married & my friend found out but he made me a woman... the woman I am today. Shame can feel good.
I use to stay over with Jazza for sleep overs, he use to hit on me and flirt in a joking way. He'd say stuff like "If I was single and you age I'd shoot my shot". Sure it was a bit odd an adult hitting on me but he made it fun and empowering to me. Their family had money. He use to give me spending cash, not a lot just enough to go out with Jazza and have fun. The cash turned into g*ft cards. The amounts got bigger and he asked me not to tell Jazza and he claimed she already had enough unlike me. He always bought me g*fts too. And this all happen long before sex. He was just nice like that. Yes, he hit on me and was pretty inappropriate how he spoke to me about my body but I was a teenager and so I liked being spoken to like an adult.
Jazza told me he did that to other girls too. But Jazza also told me her parents always fought and her dad was the nice one and her mom was a bitch. She already knew her dad had cheated on her mom before and that's why they fought but Jazza said her mom was a conservative nut and she did blame him if her mom was a prude.
One night I stayed over and in the morning was chilling in the rec-room because Jazza was still crashed. We were joking around and he commented on my boobs and asking if the grew again, stuff like that, and I'd play innocent in a teasing way..."do they jiggle more when I walk?"
It all seemed like just fun talk but that day we were alone and he got bold and asked if I had a boyfriend then what I did with my bf.
"Have you been kissed?" I nodded yes.
"Felt up?" ... "up and down" I blushed try appear like I was experienced.
"Have you cummed yet" ..."yes but only all by myself" I answered.
I was blushing so hard i could barely breathe.
"Too much? I am sorry... your so hot I forget still your still a teenager."
"I am a women!" I almost felt insulted.
"So, then have you fucked yet? Thats what women do to boyfriends."
"No." I admitted and almost died of embarrassment then found myself blurting out trying to justify it "but I make him cum when he needs too."
"How?" He shot back fast. "My hand...I jerk him off good."
I said defiantly bold trying to prove myself.
He shoot back just as fast,"What, have you not even sucked his dick yet?"
"I have." I said without thinking and added "just once a little he came in my mouth it was gross."
Then his tone changed from fast and challenging to soft and sweet. He reached out touched the side of my face and gently brushed it saying softly "Fuck, Brenda the thought of your cute button face slurping on a man's dick makes me so fucking hard even if I am a married man."
I remember asking if his wife was home and him saying she was at church again... the next thing I knew I had him on the couch I was kissing him full tongue, he was groping my tits under my shirt, squeezing them with the authority my boyfriend never would. I was unbuckling his pants, and taking his large adult dick in my mouth. I remember him calling me "a good girl" and telling me how beautiful I looked sucking dick like a grown woman. Everything now is kind of a blur. I remember him fucking cumming in my mouth with no warning at all. I gagged and tried to tell him it's gross but he kept telling at me to swallow so I wouldn't taste it. So I did!
The next thing I knew without warning he was pulling my panties off an eating me out. I lost it... I was loud ... I had the first orgasm in my life not given to me by myself. It felt so good. I was in heaven.
After that we got dressed fast because I was sure Jazza heard me cum (she did...that was an awkward conversation).
And afterwords we continued to meet up in his car, or at his work office for sex. We actually didn't do it a lot because I felt guilty. I can count on both hands how many times we hooked up. He had to hide it from his wife. He took my virginity on our 3rd time. The funny thing was everything he did to me I taught my bf and eventually had better and more sex with my boyfriend.
After a year the guilt got me so I stopped. I am not proud of it or think about it much but today I did. Remembering made me play with my pussy. I'm going made myself orgasm as soon as I submit. He used me. It was wrong even if legal, but fuck that's also why my pussy is throbbing now!
I was reminded of for in my own teenage years I use to let a friend's dad mess with me. I have not even thought about him in a couple years before today and getting off reading another person's story.
When I say mess with me, we did it, all of it, all the way. Looking back now I know I was to young. I looked it up, in my state I was barely legal but I was in fact legal he knew what he was doing. Yes he used me, but I like to be used. Maybe I feel a little bad he was married & my friend found out but he made me a woman... the woman I am today. Shame can feel good.
I use to stay over with Jazza for sleep overs, he use to hit on me and flirt in a joking way. He'd say stuff like "If I was single and you age I'd shoot my shot". Sure it was a bit odd an adult hitting on me but he made it fun and empowering to me. Their family had money. He use to give me spending cash, not a lot just enough to go out with Jazza and have fun. The cash turned into g*ft cards. The amounts got bigger and he asked me not to tell Jazza and he claimed she already had enough unlike me. He always bought me g*fts too. And this all happen long before sex. He was just nice like that. Yes, he hit on me and was pretty inappropriate how he spoke to me about my body but I was a teenager and so I liked being spoken to like an adult.
Jazza told me he did that to other girls too. But Jazza also told me her parents always fought and her dad was the nice one and her mom was a bitch. She already knew her dad had cheated on her mom before and that's why they fought but Jazza said her mom was a conservative nut and she did blame him if her mom was a prude.
One night I stayed over and in the morning was chilling in the rec-room because Jazza was still crashed. We were joking around and he commented on my boobs and asking if the grew again, stuff like that, and I'd play innocent in a teasing way..."do they jiggle more when I walk?"
It all seemed like just fun talk but that day we were alone and he got bold and asked if I had a boyfriend then what I did with my bf.
"Have you been kissed?" I nodded yes.
"Felt up?" ... "up and down" I blushed try appear like I was experienced.
"Have you cummed yet" ..."yes but only all by myself" I answered.
I was blushing so hard i could barely breathe.
"Too much? I am sorry... your so hot I forget still your still a teenager."
"I am a women!" I almost felt insulted.
"So, then have you fucked yet? Thats what women do to boyfriends."
"No." I admitted and almost died of embarrassment then found myself blurting out trying to justify it "but I make him cum when he needs too."
"How?" He shot back fast. "My hand...I jerk him off good."
I said defiantly bold trying to prove myself.
He shoot back just as fast,"What, have you not even sucked his dick yet?"
"I have." I said without thinking and added "just once a little he came in my mouth it was gross."
Then his tone changed from fast and challenging to soft and sweet. He reached out touched the side of my face and gently brushed it saying softly "Fuck, Brenda the thought of your cute button face slurping on a man's dick makes me so fucking hard even if I am a married man."
I remember asking if his wife was home and him saying she was at church again... the next thing I knew I had him on the couch I was kissing him full tongue, he was groping my tits under my shirt, squeezing them with the authority my boyfriend never would. I was unbuckling his pants, and taking his large adult dick in my mouth. I remember him calling me "a good girl" and telling me how beautiful I looked sucking dick like a grown woman. Everything now is kind of a blur. I remember him fucking cumming in my mouth with no warning at all. I gagged and tried to tell him it's gross but he kept telling at me to swallow so I wouldn't taste it. So I did!
The next thing I knew without warning he was pulling my panties off an eating me out. I lost it... I was loud ... I had the first orgasm in my life not given to me by myself. It felt so good. I was in heaven.
After that we got dressed fast because I was sure Jazza heard me cum (she did...that was an awkward conversation).
And afterwords we continued to meet up in his car, or at his work office for sex. We actually didn't do it a lot because I felt guilty. I can count on both hands how many times we hooked up. He had to hide it from his wife. He took my virginity on our 3rd time. The funny thing was everything he did to me I taught my bf and eventually had better and more sex with my boyfriend.
After a year the guilt got me so I stopped. I am not proud of it or think about it much but today I did. Remembering made me play with my pussy. I'm going made myself orgasm as soon as I submit. He used me. It was wrong even if legal, but fuck that's also why my pussy is throbbing now!
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