Straight Female / 22
My Past
My name is Shania, I grew up in a majority black neighborhood in my teens. When I was 13 I met my best friend Taylor. I always thought she was soooo prettyyyy, secretly I had a crush on her. Because she was older, I did whatever she did to make her happy. When I started developing my body we experimented with each other. She gave me my first kiss, and we explored each other and talked about guys. Then, they became part of the picture.
Taylor lived with her step dad, and during the summer our dads would be gone all day for work. My mother was home, but she would let me over to Taylor’s house for girl time. Sometimes letting me stay the night to keep her company. My parents being baptist, had scared me with the thought of being alone with boys and waiting till marriage. But I wanted to be rebellious like Taylor, and I wanted freedom from my mother. Let me tell y’all, as a parent now, I felt for my mom. Anything that you think could’ve happened, did happen.
First, none of these guys were our age. Always in their 20s and sometimes even cheating on their girls or married. The first few times things were kinda innocent. The occasional giggles, slap on the ass, kissing, cuddling, movies. Then alcohol started getting involved, and boys would invite more boys. Eventually me and Taylor were walking around naked, bare feet, pleasuring these men having sex everywhere in her home. I lost my v on her father’s bed, and it hurt. I wanted to leave. I was scared but Taylor stayed next to me and held my hand. The guy she trusted went easy.
Soon after I became addicted to sex, and when I realized how much more experienced these men were than boys our age I couldn’t get enough. It turned me on to see my gf pinned face down taking dick in her own house. Through her I learned how to beg and tease for it, and yearned to be tossed around. To enjoy being called a little slut, spanked, choked, bent, degraded, flipped, cummed in. Giving up all control to these men. I couldn’t focus at church, it was hard to sit sometimes. I wasn’t thinking about school either. I wanted a man who could take care of me.
Of course it didn’t take long for me and Taylor to end up pregnant. It was humiliating. The guys we were around left us. Her father, was furious and made her abort the baby. They moved from the neighborhood shortly after. Every girl knew what happened at school. I wasn’t so lucky, keeping the baby and later getting full support from my parents. They hated knowing I lied to them. Even to this day they don’t know the full story. They think I got knocked up by a boy my age who moved. They don’t even know that one of the married neighbors on our street would come over and take turns on me and Taylor while his wife was in labor. That we would have threesome and foursomes because some the guys wanted to share us.
Taylor lived with her step dad, and during the summer our dads would be gone all day for work. My mother was home, but she would let me over to Taylor’s house for girl time. Sometimes letting me stay the night to keep her company. My parents being baptist, had scared me with the thought of being alone with boys and waiting till marriage. But I wanted to be rebellious like Taylor, and I wanted freedom from my mother. Let me tell y’all, as a parent now, I felt for my mom. Anything that you think could’ve happened, did happen.
First, none of these guys were our age. Always in their 20s and sometimes even cheating on their girls or married. The first few times things were kinda innocent. The occasional giggles, slap on the ass, kissing, cuddling, movies. Then alcohol started getting involved, and boys would invite more boys. Eventually me and Taylor were walking around naked, bare feet, pleasuring these men having sex everywhere in her home. I lost my v on her father’s bed, and it hurt. I wanted to leave. I was scared but Taylor stayed next to me and held my hand. The guy she trusted went easy.
Soon after I became addicted to sex, and when I realized how much more experienced these men were than boys our age I couldn’t get enough. It turned me on to see my gf pinned face down taking dick in her own house. Through her I learned how to beg and tease for it, and yearned to be tossed around. To enjoy being called a little slut, spanked, choked, bent, degraded, flipped, cummed in. Giving up all control to these men. I couldn’t focus at church, it was hard to sit sometimes. I wasn’t thinking about school either. I wanted a man who could take care of me.
Of course it didn’t take long for me and Taylor to end up pregnant. It was humiliating. The guys we were around left us. Her father, was furious and made her abort the baby. They moved from the neighborhood shortly after. Every girl knew what happened at school. I wasn’t so lucky, keeping the baby and later getting full support from my parents. They hated knowing I lied to them. Even to this day they don’t know the full story. They think I got knocked up by a boy my age who moved. They don’t even know that one of the married neighbors on our street would come over and take turns on me and Taylor while his wife was in labor. That we would have threesome and foursomes because some the guys wanted to share us.
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