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When I Was A Kid
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Bi-Sexual Female / 44
I Was His Girl
I've only told two people about this, but not in as much detail as I'm about to go into, which will still be limited. It's hard to tell people about something that seems like a horror story to them, though it's something you yourself feel love for.
I was raised by my stepfather, Gary. He married my mom when I was 3. When I was 5, she had a back injury at work that left her dependent on some heavy meds. She became an angry addict, became abusive, and the only peace in the house was when she was either too fucked up to care about us or asleep. Gary shielded me from how bad things really were, because he didn't want me to see my mom as a bad person. I didn't understand any of this at the time, but he explained it all to me after she died when I was in middle school.
I loved Gary. We had a very close relationship; he had never had any kids of his own, but he became a natural caregiver for me when it was clear my mother couldn't be. He legally adopted me. I trusted him. Gary also, however, was married to someone who left him sexually untouched for years. I remember, clear as day, one day after a bath, Gary said to me "I need you to do something for me, and it'll be a big help." He stood up while I was still in the bath, and took his dick out. I had no idea what it was, I'd never seen that part of a guy out of clothes before, but it was sticking straight out. He told me he needed me to hold it and move my hand back and forth on it. I did it and white stuff shot out into the bath, he cleaned my hand off with the rag and got me out of the bath.
I asked him why he wanted me to do that, and he said it was kind of like scratching and itch on his back for him that he couldn't reach, and that normally mommy scratches it, but she hadn't since she got hurt. I said that was a long time and he said yes it was, and he thanked me for "scratching his itch." At the time, I think he knew I wouldn't really think much more of it than that, and he was right. I just felt happy that I could help Gary. After I got ready for bed and he came to say goodnight, I told him to tell me if he ever needed his itch scratched again. He kind of gasped, and said that was sweet, thank you. We said goodnight and that was that.
It didn't come up again for a few months. One night Gary got home from work and called me over to the couch, said he needed me to scratch an itch for him. I was clearly excited, which caught him off guard, but I knew how much he liked it last time so I WAS excited. He explained to me that it was the same itch, but there were different ways to scratch it. He asked if I wanted to scratch it the same way, or if I wanted to try a new way. That sounded even more exciting! A new way!
He told me to get between his legs, on my knees, and start with the old way. It wasn't hard like before, it was soft, spongy, smaller, but playing with it in my hands it started getting bigger, thicker, and soon was so hard it couldn't bend at all. Gary was moaning, I asked if he was okay and if I was doing it right and he said yes the scratching feels good, and then he said the new way was to lick it and suck it like a sucker or a popsicle but no biting. So I did it. He spent a few minutes showing me how to move my head, how to hold it with my hands while I did. Clueless me was giving proper head! I didn't get to do it for very long before warm liquid was filling my mouth from his dick. He whispered "swallow it if you can" so I did, and kept swallowing it as more shot out of him.
And I just kept sucking his dick. He didn't cum again, but he stayed hard for a long time while I sucked on it. I had no idea what I was doing, I'm sure it was awful but he seemed to be enjoying it so I didn't stop until my mouth got tired. We finished the rest of the night like a normal family. Well, as normal as things had been with my mom at this point.
Nothing happened again til she died a year later. By this point I had been hearing about sex from kids at school and had put together that I'd been giving Gary blowjobs. I never told anyone, but about a week after mom died Gary seemed really sad so I asked him if I could scratch his itch. He perked up a little bit and said sure, so I got him out of his pants and gave him a blowjob. He didn't talk during this one, just watched me, touched my small tits, and he lightly fucked my mouth at the end when he came. He thanked me a lot and told me he really needed that, and cried.
From then on I was giving Gary blowjobs every morning, and usually one at night. I was getting to be a horny teenager and discovered masturbation, and Gary loved blowjobs. And Gary loved me. So I loved giving him blowjobs. It doesn't feel like abuse, because I loved doing it. Which is why I made the next move the night I surprised him by stopping a blowjob to sit on his dick. I awkwardly put it in my hole, and Gary fucked me that night. It was my choice, I wanted it, I made the move. Rest in peace Gary, he was a good father and a good lover.
I was raised by my stepfather, Gary. He married my mom when I was 3. When I was 5, she had a back injury at work that left her dependent on some heavy meds. She became an angry addict, became abusive, and the only peace in the house was when she was either too fucked up to care about us or asleep. Gary shielded me from how bad things really were, because he didn't want me to see my mom as a bad person. I didn't understand any of this at the time, but he explained it all to me after she died when I was in middle school.
I loved Gary. We had a very close relationship; he had never had any kids of his own, but he became a natural caregiver for me when it was clear my mother couldn't be. He legally adopted me. I trusted him. Gary also, however, was married to someone who left him sexually untouched for years. I remember, clear as day, one day after a bath, Gary said to me "I need you to do something for me, and it'll be a big help." He stood up while I was still in the bath, and took his dick out. I had no idea what it was, I'd never seen that part of a guy out of clothes before, but it was sticking straight out. He told me he needed me to hold it and move my hand back and forth on it. I did it and white stuff shot out into the bath, he cleaned my hand off with the rag and got me out of the bath.
I asked him why he wanted me to do that, and he said it was kind of like scratching and itch on his back for him that he couldn't reach, and that normally mommy scratches it, but she hadn't since she got hurt. I said that was a long time and he said yes it was, and he thanked me for "scratching his itch." At the time, I think he knew I wouldn't really think much more of it than that, and he was right. I just felt happy that I could help Gary. After I got ready for bed and he came to say goodnight, I told him to tell me if he ever needed his itch scratched again. He kind of gasped, and said that was sweet, thank you. We said goodnight and that was that.
It didn't come up again for a few months. One night Gary got home from work and called me over to the couch, said he needed me to scratch an itch for him. I was clearly excited, which caught him off guard, but I knew how much he liked it last time so I WAS excited. He explained to me that it was the same itch, but there were different ways to scratch it. He asked if I wanted to scratch it the same way, or if I wanted to try a new way. That sounded even more exciting! A new way!
He told me to get between his legs, on my knees, and start with the old way. It wasn't hard like before, it was soft, spongy, smaller, but playing with it in my hands it started getting bigger, thicker, and soon was so hard it couldn't bend at all. Gary was moaning, I asked if he was okay and if I was doing it right and he said yes the scratching feels good, and then he said the new way was to lick it and suck it like a sucker or a popsicle but no biting. So I did it. He spent a few minutes showing me how to move my head, how to hold it with my hands while I did. Clueless me was giving proper head! I didn't get to do it for very long before warm liquid was filling my mouth from his dick. He whispered "swallow it if you can" so I did, and kept swallowing it as more shot out of him.
And I just kept sucking his dick. He didn't cum again, but he stayed hard for a long time while I sucked on it. I had no idea what I was doing, I'm sure it was awful but he seemed to be enjoying it so I didn't stop until my mouth got tired. We finished the rest of the night like a normal family. Well, as normal as things had been with my mom at this point.
Nothing happened again til she died a year later. By this point I had been hearing about sex from kids at school and had put together that I'd been giving Gary blowjobs. I never told anyone, but about a week after mom died Gary seemed really sad so I asked him if I could scratch his itch. He perked up a little bit and said sure, so I got him out of his pants and gave him a blowjob. He didn't talk during this one, just watched me, touched my small tits, and he lightly fucked my mouth at the end when he came. He thanked me a lot and told me he really needed that, and cried.
From then on I was giving Gary blowjobs every morning, and usually one at night. I was getting to be a horny teenager and discovered masturbation, and Gary loved blowjobs. And Gary loved me. So I loved giving him blowjobs. It doesn't feel like abuse, because I loved doing it. Which is why I made the next move the night I surprised him by stopping a blowjob to sit on his dick. I awkwardly put it in my hole, and Gary fucked me that night. It was my choice, I wanted it, I made the move. Rest in peace Gary, he was a good father and a good lover.
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